#and how he had wanted to just let him stay dead

[organic-bloodbath]

Hwang In-ho x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You're In-ho's wife, but know nothing about him being the Frontman. Without his knowledge, you've been taken to play the games too. One night he explains everything to you about being the Frontman.

A/N: This was a request i got, i hope you like 🫶🏻 I haven't written about him before so i wasn't sure how to portray him here. This also became a lot longer than how i originally thought it would turn out.

♡♡♡

Your husband was lying to you about something. You knew he wasn't telling you everything, but every time you asked about it, he would just deny that there was anything going on.

He told you that he'd soon be leaving for a 'work trip' and would be back home in a week. He didn't tell you any details, nothing about what it was even about, he was really dodgy about the situation. You knew it wasn't just a work trip, something was going on and you had to find out what.

♡♡♡

You were in a large field with hundreds of other people, all dressed in identical green tracksuits, including you. People were getting shot, the ground was full of blood and fresh corpses.

You were running towards the finish line behind everyone else, until you fell on your back when someone pushed you, running past you and not caring about your life at all. You winced and held your head as you sat up and realized too late what you had just done.

You had moved.

You had moved when the giant doll was scanning for any movements in the area. You were going to die and so was your unborn child. Someone was going to shoot you to death and you buried your face into your hands, as if that would prevent you from getting shot. A few people here and there were being eliminated and you waited for your turn.

But it didn't come. The doll had turned around and the players continued running. Had they missed you? Not noticed that you hadn't stayed still?

"Psst," someone said next to you. "You better get up if you want to get to the finish line and live."

He was right, you were far behind from everyone else and if you didn't start running soon, you'd be dead for being too slow.

♡♡♡

The Frontman was sitting on his leather couch, watching the game on the big screen and sipping whiskey. When the first player had moved, a chaos ensued and people started running around in panic, bullets dropping them down one by one. In-ho's favorite part of this game was the players realizing what 'being eliminated' meant for them.

Then, his heart stopped and he almost spilled the whiskey on his black suit. He saw someone familiar among the players.

Y/N. His own wife was taking a part in the games. How the hell had she ended up here?!

Just a few minutes ago he was enjoying the show, relaxing and taking a bet in his mind how many players would survive through the game. But then there was you who had no idea what you had just gotten into.

No, no, no, no - this wasn't happening.

He needed to know why someone allowed her to come here and why he wasn't aware of it. He had seen all the files of the players, all of them. You weren't even in any debts, Hwang In-ho knew that, so how was it possible you were pulled here? Someone had stripped you and put the same green tracksuit on you as everyone else.

Maybe he was seeing things. Player 002. That was your number. Maybe she just looked like you. The camera which was recording this game had done a close-up on a few players and it was enough to recognise you.

He wasn't going to let you stay here and play these games. This wasn't your place to be, this was meant for people who needed money urgently and had no other choice.

♡♡♡

The moment you saw your husband walk through the crowd, anger rose inside you. You wanted to hit him, kick him, throw all sorts of insults at him for lying to you.

Your eyes met, about thirty metres between you two. You were the first one to start walking towards him and he came to you half way.

"What the hell is going on, In-ho?!" you shouted, not caring how many people heard and how much of it.

"Y/N, please-"

"'Y/N please', just tell me what on earth you're doing here? What is this place? Is this your so called 'work trip', hm?"

Another man was near him, looking at the two of you, confused but not wanting to intervene what was going on.

"I didn't want to tell you because you'd only get worried and-"

"Worried? Worried?! You came to a place where you could be killed! You didn't tell me anything where you were going!"

"How are you here?"

"I tried to follow you."

"Follow me?"

"You were hiding something from me, for weeks you were acting so suspicious and i needed to know what was going on," you explained, standing so close to him that you could smell his breath and barely letting yourself to breathe between the words, you wanted to get everything out of you as fast as possible.

"I would have explained everything after i'd come back."

"Well sorry i didn't know that because you don't talk to me anymore." You stepped back and started pacing back and forth, fingers brushing through your hair. You took a few deep breaths to calm down before looking at him again. "But what if you hadn't come back anymore? What if you got killed? Would i ever know about that?"

He stepped closer to you again and wrapped his arms around you, even though you tried to resist at first.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, i truly am," he apologized with a sincere voice and then made you look at him again. "But like everyone else, i didn't know i was going to die and i really needed to get more money to pay off a few debts."

You looked at him for a moment until just stormed away and left him stand there alone.

♡♡♡

At night while lying on your bed, you were gently rubbing your bare stomach, as if trying to comfort your baby that everything was going to be okay. You were going to be okay. The baby's dad was going to be okay.

You would get back home, all three of you, and continue your life like before.

Who were you fooling? Nothing was the same anymore. In-ho had abandoned you for money, lied to you because of money, not giving you attention all because of more money.

Your baby was three months old by now and you could see the bump but it could still be hidden under your shirt and jacket well enough. You hadn't told In-ho yet, you should have told him weeks ago.

But he had put everything else before you in the past couple of months. You were also scared to tell him, especially now because you thought he would be mad at you for not telling him sooner that he was going to be a father. You had waited for a moment where he would notice you again and spare a moment of his busy day just for you, but that day had never seemed to come anymore.

Now thinking about it - he had no right to be mad at you for not telling him. Still, you were nervous, and being trapped in this place didn't help it at all.

It took you almost an hour, but eventually you fell asleep and it was one of the worst night's sleeps you'd had during the pregnancy.

♡♡♡

You were safe. In-ho had made sure that you stayed safe. He argued with the guards for an hour how it was possible to allow his own wife to get involved as a player but nobody knew any details. But somehow they had tricked the system in the first game that the doll ignored any movements you had made.

But what's done is done. He couldn't get you out of the game by just letting you leave while everyone else stayed. Majority of people wanted to stay here, according to the votes, they needed the money for their own good and didn't care about any casualties that didn't involve themselves.

You were mad at him and he understood why. But he couldn't tell you about the game and how all his time was spent to plan everything out. What if he had told you all about these games? Would you still love him or would it make you leave? You were his entire world, much more important than these games.

But he wasn't able to quit, not now, not yet. It would absolutely ruin him if you packed your bags and never wanted to see him again.

He would make sure that you will get out of here and back home, no matter what. And he'd have to tell you everything eventually, and that thought terrified him, seeing how angry you had been earlier.

♡♡♡

"You doing alright?" Gi-hun asked the next morning when you had woken up, taking careful steps towards you as if you were going to bite him if he approached you too fast.

"Yeah, fantastic."

"Listen, i don't want to meddle between you two because i don't know either of you well, but we'll have to work together to get through these games," Gi-hun explained. "The most important thing now is to survive and get through the games so we can get out of here as fast as possible."

He was right, of course there had to be one man to talk sense to the rest of the group.

"I know, i know," you sighed. "It's just been hard for me lately and he hasn't shown appreciation to me and we don't communicate anymore."

"In-ho seems like a good man," Gi-hun admitted. "And none of us told our friends or family members that we would be joining the games, it wasn't allowed to spread the information to outsiders. Please, don't blame him, not right now."

You slightly nodded. "You're right, thank you, Gi-hun."

"Let's go eat before the next game starts, okay?"

♡♡♡

After you had passed the second game, you were getting a little suspicious of him once again.

It was only a small thing which nobody else probably noticed, but why did he throw the toy with his right hand? He failed several times, but succeeded immediately when he threw it with his left hand. You had always known he was left-handed.

You woke up at night and had to go to the bathroom.

It was like he was wasting time on purpose to leave your victory to the last second and it pissed you off. However, you had passed the game so you decided to leave it be - for now.

"Please, i really need to go," the small girl from your group pleaded.

"Nobody is allowed to leave the area at this hour."

"I need go too, just let us through. We'll only take a few minutes," you said, tired to argue about getting to go to pee.

The guard looked at you through the glass for a short moment until opened the door without further questions.

"5 minutes."

You were surprised and Jun-hee looked at you in even more shock but hurried inside.

You came out of your stall after couple of minutes and was about to go wash your hands when you heard crying and sniffing from one of the other stalls.

"Hey," you said and knocked on the pink door. "Hey, you good?"

No answer, only quiet sobs.

Oh my god don't you dare to start giving birth right now, you started thinking inside your head. You were not going to start delivering a baby in the bathroom while guards with guns were telling you to hurry up.

"Hey, can you open the door?"

But the door wasn't locked, as you had thought, and it opened easily, showing the girl crying, her cheeks wet from the tears and eyes red. You kneeled down in front of her and held her hands in her lap.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain? Is it something to do with the baby?"

"I'm scared," she sniffed. "I want to go home."

Your heart broke just by looking at her.

"We'll get you home, i promise," you said. "We'll all go home and you'll be able to raise your child."

"You promise?" she asked, looking at you directly in the eyes.

"I promise. I'm pregnant too."

Jun-hee stopped crying for a moment and looked at you, shocked. "You are?" she gasped and looked towards your stomach. You nodded with a weak smile. "How far are you?"

"3 months."

"And the dad...?" she started. "Is it the man in our group? In-ho?" She wasn't sure if she remembered his name correctly.

"Yeah, he doesn't know yet," you said and felt ashamed.

"You should tell him. Soon. We don't know how much time we have left here," she encouraged.

"Stop it, we have all the time in the world."

But she was right, you had to tell him as soon as you could.

You got up and put your arms around Jun-hee, brushing her back with your hand to try to calm her down a little bit. It seemed to help after a little while.

"Time's up," a guard said behind the door.

"Just a second," you yelled and turned back to Jun-hee. "You good to go back?" She nodded and wiped the remaining tears from her face. "Come on, let's go. If you need anything, just come to me, okay?"

You were on your way back to your bed, when you saw In-ho walk away from his bunk. You were confused, since he wasn't going to the bathroom, it was a different door where the players never went and weren't allowed to.

You quietly walked towards the same door where your husband has sneaked into. A guard stood in front of you, stopping you.

"That area is forbidden from players at this time, go back to sleep," the guard instructed but you weren't having it.

"Funny, since a certain player just went in there," you said and put your hands on your hips. "Now tell me where he went or i'll cause a scene."

"Player 002, go back to your bed, you'll see him in the morning."

"I am not leaving anywhere before you take me to my husband."

"Please, player-"

"I said now."

You were standing right in front of the guard, mere inches between you two. Eventually, since there was no way you weren't going to give up and would cause a massive scene, he hesitantly opened the door and let you in.

The guard started walking upstairs and through several corridors you haven't been in before, you walking behind him and starting to internally freak out what was going on.

You ended up in front of a large door and the guard hesitated for a moment, until he glanced at you and knocked on the door.

When the door was opened, your beloved husband was standing there, looking at you with a terrified face.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Sir, i'm sorry but she insisted-"

In-ho grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room past the guard.

"Go back to your duties," In-ho commanded the guard.

"Yes, sir," was the only response the guard gave and then hurried to leave. In-ho closed the door.

Looking around the room, it looked like an office and it was only you and him in the room, nobody else. You crossed your arms against your chest.

"Now tell me exactly what the hell is going on. And no more lies or excuses - nothing. You're going to tell me the truth about everything or you can say goodbye to me."

"Okay, sweetheart, calm down. Just please let me explain."

And he did tell you everything. His involvement in the games, being a former winner, becoming a Frontman and everything he could think of.

Your face was horrified, you two had been together for the past 5 years, married 3 of those years and he had basically lived a double life and keeping everything a secret from you?

All those 'work trips' he had used as excuses over the years made now much more sense, all the pieces were connecting to each other and falling into their places.

"I understand if you hate me right now, despise me or however you feel about these games - i understand," he explained, letting out a deep sigh. He took your hand in his and looked at you directly in the eyes, his dark eyes mixed with several emotions all at once. "I was afraid to tell you because i feared you would leave me and stop loving me."

"I could never stop loving you, no matter what, In-ho," you said and put your hand on his cheek. "I said it in my wedding vows too, i'll always love you until the day i die. In good and in bad, yes?"

Of course you weren't fine with this. These games were brutal, almost barbaric. But you loved In-ho more than anything in the world and you were fighting with yourself how you could learn to be okay with this.

"I just... i just need time to think these things through," you said, then taking a deep breath and taking his hands in yours, just like he had done to you only a moment ago. "Now that we're talking openly, there's something i must tell you and should have told you a lot earlier."

"Yes?" he said, encouraging you to continue when you had fallen silent for a few seconds.

"I'm pregnant," you revealed, it was almost a whisper but he had heard you, loud and clear.

"You... You're what?" he gasped, looking at your stomach and then back to your eyes.

You brought his left hand on your stomach.

"We're going to have a baby, my love," you told him.

He looked like he was about to cry and pulled you into a tight hug. You knew he wanted to become a dad, had wanted for a long time but you hadn't been able to become pregnant before, no matter how much you tried.

He held your face in his hands, kissed you and then looked into your eyes.

"I'm going to be a dad," he whispered, as if it sounded too good to be true.

"And i'm going to be a mother," you said back. "To your baby."

You stayed there for a long time, until both of you were forced to go back to your beds.

♡♡♡

The Mingle game had started and you were all spinning on a huge carousel. In-ho was holding your hand, squeezing it hard.

When it was time to choose 4 people to find a room together, you and In-ho were separated. People were pushing and pulling each other and the time was running out.

Everything happened so fast.

The time ran out and In-ho had ended up in a room with three other players. And you? You were left outside, still on the carousel which was now stopped.

The pink guards shot the remaining players, pleading for help and to spare their life, but their cries were for nothing. You looked on your right and saw Jun-hee standing there too, looking at you with a terrified face.

One of the pink guards came in front of you, the black gun in his arms.

♡♡♡

The plan to get you out of there was simple. You were going to fake your death and In-ho was going to act all heart broken for the loss of both his wife and his unborn child. He would act like only a shell of a man who he had used to be. Anything to convince Gi-hun and others that his wife was dead and he blamed it all on himself.

You only had one requirement for doing this. One wish that In-ho had to make happen or you weren't going to cooperate anymore.

To let Kim Jun-hee go home with you. Let her go as well and raise her child in safety. You knew she wouldn't otherwise survive to the end and you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you left and she stayed.

You also made In-ho promise that she'd get her share of money and wouldn't leave this place empty handed. In-ho had gotten protective over Jun-hee during the short time she had been here, so even though he was reluctant to let any player out of here without all of them leaving, he allowed Jun-hee to go with you.

They would need to keep an eye on her for some time, to make sure that she wasn't going to do anything funny regarding to the games but you trusted her.

Before you left that night, In-ho came to see you one more time before he'd eventually come home too the next week.

"I love you," In-ho said, holding you tightly in his arms. He took your face into his hands and pulled you into a passionate kiss, kissing you like he was going to a year long war, but it was only going to be a few days anymore, under a week.

"I love you too," you said, couple of tears running down your cheeks.

Now, you and the girl were free to go. The guards escorted you out of there and you were taken back home. They didn't gas you or Jun-hee, in case the gas would harm the babies, but they did blindfold both of you, just in case you wanted to do something stupid and reveal the location to others - which you certainly weren't going to do.

The fact that so many other people stayed there to try and stay alive just to win money made you feel bad. But they were allowed to quit if they really wanted to. The game would be possible to end if the majority wanted it but they decided to stay.

You had to focus on your baby and prepare a good life for him or her, give them a nice and healthy life with you and their father who promised to quit the games after these were over.

He wouldn't take the job as the Frontman ever again, he had to move on and raise his child with the woman he loved the most in the world - you

[snoopychris]

phone calls

warnings: slight mommy kink, edging if you squint, misuse of technology, lowkey inspired by this post

12:04 

chris

chris

baby

12:05

hello?

it’s cold

and raining

12:06

can you just come let me in

12:07 

dude the gym closes at 1:30 so that they can do a midday clean btw.

12:08

hello???

????

omfg 

you piss me off

12:09

HELLO?!?!?!?

are you fucking kidding me

you’re unbelievable 

12:10

whatever i’m going home 

text me if u want.

you spun swiftly on your heels, the light jacket you were wearing wrapped tightly around your frame. it was never normal for chris to not answer his texts, especially when he got so many of them. especially when they were from you. when you were halfway down the stairs, the door behind you swung open. the heavy breathing that was coming from chris quickly got your attention. your immediate reaction was that he was having some sort of asthma attack. 

your worry subsided when you noticed the small wet spot that was on the front of his sweats. he swallows in embarrassment, licking his lips as he looks down at the floor in shame. no words are spoken, but his expression says everything it needs you. he moves away from the door, leaving enough room for you to walk inside. when he sits down on the couch, he still hasn’t made eye contact with you. he’s too embarrassed to even acknowledge your presence. 

“what happened here?” you tease, sitting besides him on the couch. his boner is still clearly pressed up against the material. chris shrugs as he mindlessly turns the tv on, purposely ignoring you and your question. maybe if he stays silent you’ll ignore both the tent in his pants and the wet spot that seemed to be growing. “chris.”

“nothing. nothing happened. my phone was just dead.” he whispers, crossing his legs in attempts to cover himself up. your eyes furrow in confusion. had you mentioned his phone? 

“chris…” you pry, tossing the pillow off his lap. he whines in frustration, throwing his head back. he could try to lie his way out of the situation, but he knows there’s no use. 

“well! it’s just… you took way longer than you said you would and i was just getting so frustrated and i haven’t seen you in a week so i started looking at our pictures while i was jerking off and then when you started texting me… it felt good. and i was reading all your text i was! and then i was getting so close and you said you were leaving and i didn’t want you to go so i just… and now… im just. i was so close to cumming and i didn’t okay?!” chris doesn’t even realize how much information he just gave you or what you can do with it. not until he sees the wide smirk on your face. there’s so many different things running through his mind. the most prominent is how incredibly hard he is and how he can’t do anything to fix it right now.

another whine escapes from the depths of his throat when you tug his pants down swiftly, his lack of underwear doing him no favors at all. he wants to tell you to stop– not because he actually wants you to stop but because hes embarrassed by the situation at hand. he squirms at your touch, thrusting his dick against your hand. his tip is embarrassingly red from his unintentional edging earlier, and its covered in so much precum and spit that it seems like he had been at it for hours. when you let him go, his cock slaps against his hoodie covered stomach. no matter how desperately he wants to touch himself and bring himself to the orgasm hes been so desperately craving for what felt like ages, he knew you held the power right now. 

“please… please baby please help me.” chris mumbles, letting out a gasp when you begin to giggle. you were being so cruel to him right now. how was he supposed to act normal and stay quiet when you were just laughing at him and not even helping?

“wheres your phone?” you ask, searching around the couch. chris scrambles to reach into his pocket, handing you the phone with shaky hands. you grab it carefully, holding it up against his length. he was a bit bigger than his phone, but he wasn’t paying much attention to your actions. all he was trying to do was reach the feeling he had been yearning for. chris only starts to pay attention when you grab your own phone and begin to dial a number. he wants to ask who you’re possibly calling in this moment, but he quickly pieces it together when his phone begins to buzz while pressed against his tip. 

there’s a groan that leaves his lips that’s a lot louder than he wants it to be. he doesn’t care right now. right now he just cares about the fact that your call got sent to voicemail and the buzzing halted. “no no nooo!” he whimpers, reaching for your wrist to move it for you. you tsk and shake your head, handing him your phone. “go ahead. call me again. you want it so bad you can work for it.” tears of frustration form in his eyes at your words. fine.

with shaky hands, chris picks up your phone, pressing the call back button. with each ring on your side, the vibrations seem to be getting stronger on his. he knows it’s not possible, but it feels like which each buzz the feeling is getting more and more intense. he lets out a small cry after the fifth or sixth phone call, his cock beginning to twitch between your hand and his phone. 

it’s pathetic, almost, given that it’s only been about two minutes of constant weak vibrations. you almost want to show him sympathy. he must’ve been a lot more desperate than you had expected if he was cumming this soon. “please… fuck mama please let me cum.” he whispers, his hips thrusting up to meet the vibrations all the way through. “y’gonna cum for me? you gonna make a mess all over your phone? imagine what people would think if they knew you used your phone as a sex toy… how would that make you feel? like a desperate little slut?” you reply, clicking his contact on your phone once more. the vibrations start up again as chris moans, nodding his head rapidly. “please! fuck please please.” he whines, biting his lip. his orgasm hits him faster than he expects, because within seconds of his last plea, white spurts of his cum are coating his phone case. it’s a sight you wish you could’ve recorded but both of your phones were occupied. 

it takes chris a second to catch his breath. it takes you a second to comprehend the situation that just went down. you shrug it off— it’s not the weirdest thing you’ve ever done. as you gather your thoughts next to him, you lay your head down on your boyfriends shoulder. “so like… are we still going to the gym or are we gonna go to best buy and get one of those waterproof cases?”

a/n: please nobody talk to me after this one. thanks and apologies in advance.

dividers by @13hoax and @bernardsbendystraws

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[autistic-zukoao3]

IT'S MY TIME TO SHINE

My hometown used to be called Hog Heaven because well, it was heaven for hogs. There used to be a lot of prairie land that wild boars would live in. We had thousands of wild hogs. Fast forward ~100 years and now there are a lot more human and hog interactions due to housing being built farther and farther.

When I was a kid, everyone knew you stayed the fuck out of fields because that's where the hogs lived. At least, everyone local knew this. It was such common knowledge that nobody thought to make sure adults knew this.

I went to a day camp near one of the hog fields, but far enough away that we didn't have to worry about them. We could go outside and play without worry. It was, in terms of closeness to hogs, a perfect place for that building to be located. Employed at this day camp were, primarily, college students. Most of them either walked or biked to work. Now, remember earlier how I said the idea of warning adults about the hogs and their fields didn't really cross anyone's mind? Yeah.

Enter the scene, worker "Drew" (changing his name for anonymity). Drew was everyone's favourite at the camp since he was the nicest and most likely to play. Well, I shouldn't say everyone's favourite. Some kids were down bad for another worker.

Anyway.

So on this particular day, Drew decided that he wanted to take a shortcut to the building. A shortcut through... *tense silence* *tense silence* *tense silence* the field.

The Field had grass(?) that was roughly 6 feet tall. Picture a lion in a savanna, you know? That type of vibe. You couldn't really see for shit in the grass. The ground was also very uneven and full of gopher holes among other various rodent dens. The dirt was pretty loose too, a thick coating of top soil. The few times I walked through it (at that time the hogs had been forced out though) I had a very hard time walking without tripping every other step. So, that was the terrain that Drew put himself in.

Just like most of the others, Drew was a college student from out of state. (Apparently lived in Italy for a bit as a kid and fended off some robbers with a light saber once, but that's not relevant.) Being nonlocal, Drew was completely unaware of our hogs, and thought a shortcut through the field would be a great adventure.

He was wrong.

Drew reported that everything was fine at first. He was struggling a bit with all the holes, but that wasn't a big issue. Minutes passed as Drew stumbled along, careful to not step in any gopher homes. The birds chirped and the grass rustled softly in the summer breeze.

And then he heard it.

Loud, angry snorts. Then, the sound of something digging into dirt, like a bull preparing to charge. Drew was not about to fuck around and find out. He began to jog, only to hear the sound of thundering cloven feet behind him. Drew breaks into a dead sprint, adrenaline and instinct taking over as he deftly avoids holes, and keeps himself balanced on the loose silt underfoot. His heart hammers in his chest as whatever is giving chase lets out an ungodly, squealing scream. Drew runs ever faster, monkey brain having fully taken over at this point. Finally, he can just make out the street ahead, peeking through the breaks in the grass. Salvation is blessedly within sight. With a final pump of pure adrenaline, Drew breaks through the grass and into the road, not stopping until he reaches the other side. Once he does, he turns around to see a massive boar huffing at the edge of the grass, proud tusks on display.

Drew did not take the shortcut again.

Also he was very sweaty upon his arrival, and I've never seen a man look so haunted yet so full of energy.

not only are wild boars dangerous but farmers still keep having fatal and almost fatal encounters with domestic piggies. I’m a pig enthusiast. nobody really thinks about how dangerous they are. they have a reputation for eating human bodies for a reason. 700 pound incredibly stubborn and smart omnivorous animals with remarkably sharp teeth. usually they’re friends but when they’re foes, they’re terrible foes.

[lilacxquartz]

jjk x reader: staying warm in the winter

scenario: how each villain would keep you toasty — themes: established relationships, soft villains — w.c: under 500 words each — included: sukuna, mahito, kenjaku, jogo

ao3 • masterlist

Sukuna:

You were walking through the estate grounds with Sukuna at your side through the dead of winter, barely carrying yourself through snow. The harsh bite of winter settled in your bones, making it difficult for you to move your limbs. Sukuna of course, was quite to notice your building misery, although, he didn’t say a thing until you were frozen solid into place.

“So weak,” he muttered, allowing his fiery crimson eyes to settle on you, burning red, even in a place so cold.

You tried to keep going, but your limbs stiffened and the cold winter air hurt when going into your lungs, leaving you feeling hesitant. Sukuna was cruel, so he could leave you to freeze to death (or worse) if he really wanted to, but the look in his eyes left you feeling more wary in anticipation of something else.

“Here, I will help you,” he decided to offer, taking a step closer to you, easily dwarfing your height within his imposing form.

You couldn’t back away even if you tried, so all you could do was shiver out a slight protest as your lips trembled, weak and numb. “What are you…?”

As you trailed off, Sukuna’s arms—all four of them—wrapped right around your form, his limbs snaking tightly around your body, constricting you into place. He held onto you so tightly that it felt like all of the air had been squeezed right out of your lungs, leaving you feeling breathless, and almost dazed.

You tried to writhe out of his grip, but as you did so, his hold only tightened, pressing the front of your body, ironing it against yours; letting the body heat transfer, settle, and finally, soothe.

“Quit struggling,” he murmured, ensuring you couldn’t get away, “and just let me warm you.”

You sulked but reluctantly accepted it. “I can’t breathe, though.”

He brushed his arms down, releasing the bottom set to slightly take the pressure off. His tone of voice was casual, and yet harboured a hint of teasing in his tone, “But you’re warm?”

You supposed that you indeed were, choosing not to argue with someone who could just as easily plunge you back into the snow, or worse yet, kill you. For now, you appreciated the warmth of his body and his actions, hoping that such mercy would only continue to last.

~~~

Mahito:

Mahito noticed your shivering state right away, your body was trembling despite being otherwise rigid, your flesh adorned with many prickling goosebumps. The patch-faced cursed spirit on the other hand was fine, unbothered by the cold, the heat of his cycling cursed energy keeping him going.

“Y’know, I could tweak your soul just a little,” he drawled out lazily, twirling a pointed finger towards you, hovering mere centimeters away from your nose, “and warm ya right up.”

You hesitated, warily taking a wide step away from him. “N-no way. You’re not gonna mess with my insides.”

Mahito’s voice shifted to one of false assurance, adopting a joyful glint in his eyes as he spoke, “Come on. Just a little, I won’t damage you,” he promised, although the mischievousness playing in his voice wasn’t too reassuring.

You knew from your gut instinct though, that you shouldn’t trust him, not a single bit, but both your fingers and your toes were numb. For a split second, you caved, giving in with clear reluctant agreement. “F-fine, just don’t do anything… weird.”

“Nothing weird,” he murmured, finally connecting his fingertips with your face, seemingly changing something subtle—something you couldn’t tell what right away, then after a moment, he pulled away, seeming done, “there we go.”

You never liked it when Mahito was calm, in fact, you were now left feeling even more wary than before. Your hands flew onto your body, desperately patting around your form to ensure that nothing physically changed, but then you felt a sudden wave of heat wash over your core. It felt admittedly nice, but only initially. When the warmth didn’t stop, it left you feeling like you were being boiled alive from the inside out.

“What did you do?” you seethed, unzipping what you wore slightly to get some cold air in to cool you down.

“I changed your body temperature - how it regulates, all that jazz,” he replied, glancing over his nails, as if indifferent, leaning back all the while.

Your hand met your forehead, initially wanting to facepalm, but then you felt how truly hot your skin was. “Did you give me a fever?”

Mahito met you with dual finger guns and the click of his tongue, “You got me.”

“So will this go away or not?” you sulked.

He cracked you a teasing grin, seeming to find your fretting state to be amusing, choosing to feed you a vague answer instead, just to further infuriate you, “Eventually.”

You sighed as you leaned back too, both feeling overwhelmed by the heat enveloping your body, but also feeling the chills of the fever begin to settle in, leaving you in a state of discomfort. Then again, you supposed that at least you weren’t cold, so Mahito pulled through on that part?

~~~

Kenjaku:

There was a chill in the air in the house; the old, dusty interior failing to capture any semblance of heat inside the walls. You were essentially reduced to a perpetually shivering state, left unable to focus. The fossil of a sorcerer that you shared a home with, who kept insisting that you two were an item, made you live here with them, so you were determined to make it their problem, too.

You waltzed up to them in their office, bundled up in a comical amount of layers, while shivering all the same. “It’s freezing,” you complained, “fix it.”

Kenjaku’s eyes flicked up from the book they were reading and up to your eyes. Slowly, a slow, measured smile spread across their face, their eyes glinting with something concerning that you couldn’t quite place. “Oh really? You want me to fix it?”

Right away, you regretted even bringing it up. The gleam in their eyes wasn’t just interest, but also a mocking sort of amusement that made you want to take back all that you said, but it was too late. They were already plotting.

“I’ll take care of everything,” they purred, closing their book shut, before standing up and walking intently towards you, closing the distance quickly.

Before you could even react, they ushered you into a different room and before you knew it, you were wrapped up in so many blankets, that you couldn’t even move your arms properly. Narrowing your eyes, you tried to protest against whatever this was, “I’m not sick, I’m just cold—”

“—shh,” they hushed you anyway, stepping away for a moment, leaving you staring at nothingness for what felt like an eternity, by the time they returned, they brought back a tray with a steaming bowl on it. “You like soup, don’t you?”

The spoon flew into your mouth before you could even say anything else otherwise, all the while Kenjaku muttered about you ‘being all dependant and doting on them now’, seemingly overjoyed with the development of this breakthrough.

“Once again, I’m not sick,” you tried to protest, regretting your words once more as the glimmer in their eyes faded into cold indifference. Their smile vanished and the spoon dropped, dampening the blanket.

“Ungrateful thing,” they announced dramatically, tightening the blankets so that you couldn’t move, “talking back at me,” they continued to murmur, “if you want to be warm, stay like this, just don’t expect me to help you out of it later.”

Left stunned, you called out after them as they walked away, “You’re the one who—”

But it was all too late—they had long left you. You sighed in the meanwhile, trying to squirm free, but the sheer amount of blankets simply wouldn’t budge. At least you weren’t cold anymore?

~~~

Jogo:

Although you weren’t subtle about it, you gradually scooted over towards Jogo who otherwise stubbornly sat in place, huffing his breath as you gradually bridged the distance in rising annoyance. The volcano-headed curse was not too pleased about this progression of events, it seemed, but you were the only exception he ever allowed to get close.

To you, the heat rising from his body was perfect; offering an almost satisfying warmth that kept the bite of winter at bay, taming it. However, if you ever wondered about what the catch for his calmness would ever, be, you were sure to find out imminently as he started to talk your ear off.

You listened in as he fed you proverb after proverb, offering a string of ‘uhuhs’ and ‘mhms’ as he endlessly continued, slowly, might you add, drawing out a puff of smoke between every other third word.

Jogo didn’t mind too much, or rather, he didn’t care about your reluctance. It was nice for him to talk to someone who wouldn’t leave. Suddenly though, he piped up, straightening his posture and slamming his cane against the floor. “Light is scarce, warmth is rare, and yet, here you are, leeching off of all I have.”

You cracked your eyes open, leaning towards your side to rest on his shoulder. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” you sleepily joked.

His single eye glared at you from the side, narrowing slightly. “You’re more cat-like than human,” he muttered away, a hint of affection creeping into his tone, although, it was surely subtle, “one would think that you’re only after my company for warmth.”

“If that was true, then I wouldn’t stick around you in the summer,” you lightheartedly defended your side, “but,” you considered it again, “it certainly is a perk.”

You could have sworn Jogo’s cheeks heated up, but he quickly turned away before giving you the satisfaction of seeing such a thing. Instead, he grumbled something unintelligible off into the void, scooting closer to you that time, intent on giving you the warmth you so desperately craved.

[ficsbyrike]

Your Possessiveness Will be the Death of Me

pairing: caleb x reader

TW: graphic descriptions of blood and injuries, toxic relationships

Summery: caleb won’t let you go to the hospital

Word count: 3,833

Notes: I promised someone that my next Caleb fanfic would be fluff but apparently I am incapable of writing anything happy 😭😭 might be a little ooc

A wanderer. Claws. The stinging feeling on your abdomen. The rest was a blur.

The city had recently become more dangerous with an increase of wanderer sightings. You thought—foolishly—that because of your hunter training, this wouldn’t affect you in any significant way. More on site work, perhaps, but nothing more than a minor inconvenience. It never occurred to you that you could become a victim of a wanderer yourself.

You had been walking down the street when out of nowhere, in a cruel sneak attack, a wanderer had jumped out and ambushed you. Rendered defenseless for a few moments, it was able to leave a pretty nasty gash on your abdomen before it was promptly dealt with.

It stung badly.

It felt as if the sky was very low. It was cold as shit out. You could see your hot breath rise up in puffs of white through the inky black sky, and as if the universe conspired to spite you even more, it had begun snowing.

Your blood glistened brightly in the neon lights of the city.

It was around 2:30 in the morning. You have to be up early tomorrow. God…

You raked your brain for a moment. The warm blood seeping between your fingers made it hard to focus.

Linkon Hospital was too far away for you to walk to without collapsing half way through. And, in some cruel joke, your phone had been smashed on the pavement while you were fighting the wanderer so there was no way you could call anyone for help.

You only had one option. But it was your last resort.

Caleb lived close by, but he didn’t want to see you. It wasn’t just a hunch or a feeling, you knew. Although he didn’t outright say it, you ended on pretty bad terms last time you saw each other. Regrettable words were thrown, tears were shed. Even though Caleb tried to explain himself—why he left, why he lied about being dead—you called the conversation there, saying you weren’t in the mood to fight anymore. Since then, Caleb has sent you countless text messages in hopes of staying in touch. At first, he would apologize continuously. Then, when he perhaps realized that his attempts were futile, he resorted to simply sending short messages about how his day went, what interesting things he saw today, and good morning good night texts. You pridefully ignored all of the messages. They angered you, even. You felt as if he was trying to guilt you into forgiving him by using his status as a long-time best friend and pretending like nothing was wrong.

He knows what he did. And you couldn’t forgive him that easily.

With those thoughts in mind, you promptly blocked his number until further notice. Although sometimes you wondered whether he was still sending you messages despite knowing they weren’t getting through to you.

If you showed up at his door now, would he turn you away? Even if he was angry at you, he wouldn’t turn away a shivering, injured woman. Right? But even if he didn’t, it would be so awkward to confront the issue with him again. Perhaps you just won’t say anything unless he brings it up himself. Still, he could simply shut the door in your face and leave you on the street. And he had every right to do so, with the way you’ve been treating him. You probably would have done the same in his situation. Probably.

Swallowing your last bit of pride, you began shuffling over to Caleb’s residence, your hand pressed tightly against the fresh wound. He had sent you his new address during one of his routinely text messages, and you had unconsciously memorized it because it was a part of town you always passed by to get to the train station.

With every step you took, you felt pressure in your wound. It would open up again and again and fresh blood would seep in between your fingers. This only made you more antsy and you felt your heart speed up.

After what felt like an excruciatingly long walk, you finally stood at the front door of Caleb’s house. It was cute. A townhouse surrounded by similar looking buildings in the middle of the city. Even though the others had distinctions about them—flower beds hanging out windows, chairs and fairy lights dotting the balconies—Caleb’s house was the one with the least character. It stood there, gray with no lights in any of the windows, as if he had only just moved in a few days ago.

You brought your hand up to knock on the door, but then you hesitated. You were angry at him, but that was fine because you knew that sooner or later you would forgive him. But you couldn’t have the same assurance that he would forgive you.

You shook your head, eracing the image of Caleb’s darkened eyes from your mind, and knocked.

Whatever happens happens.

For a few moments, there was silence. It would only be natural if he had gone to sleep, considering the deep hours of the night. But then, to your surprise, you heard the noise of shuffling coming from the inside, followed by another short silence. Just as you thought that he was ignoring you, the door swung open, revealing Caleb’s tall frame in the doorway.

He was a bit paler since the last time you saw him. And a bit thinner too. You guessed it was just in your nature to worry about him, as you had done so many times in the past.

It was still cold as shit out. Your thin hunter uniform is doing little to protect you from the chilly air. But somehow, your skin still felt hot. Snowflakes still slowly glided down into your hair.

You cleared your throat, “Caleb.”

Just as the words had left your mouth, you wished for the earth below you to open up and swallow you whole. You come to his front door in the middle of the night looking like hell—exhausted, dirty, blood pouring out of your side and your nose—and the only word you can manage is his name? Were you stupid?

You scanned Caleb’s eyes for any emotions. Was he angry? Or at least disappointed in you?

He didn’t speak for a moment, his gaze falling onto your wound. You shifted self consciously.

“What happened to you?”

His question caught you off guard, prompting you to look up at him again.

“I got into a fight.”

“Yeah, I can tell. You look like shit,” he said, and you sighed.

Surely this was the same Caleb you knew. He wouldn’t just leave you out here.

“Does it hurt?” He asks.

You swiftly shake your head.

“It's minor. I’m not crippled. I’ll live,” you lie through your teeth, “can I crash at your place? I’ll be out of your hair by morning. It’s really cold out here.”

You dragged your one of your hands against the bottom of your nose, smudging the blood pooling there.

Caleb stepped aside, a familiar smirk decorating his face, “be my guest.”

***

Caleb’s residence was just as barren inside as it was outside. Only the bare necessities scattered his living room. But it was warm.

You tried taking off your shoes, but with your wound, it was a little hard to do. Once Caleb saw you struggling, he quickly leaned down and helped you.

“Thanks. Do you by chance have any disinfectant? And some gauze?”

“I thought you said it didn’t hurt.”

“No. It seriously doesn’t.”

“Don’t lie to me missy. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Go sit on the couch.”

You did as he commanded, stumbling over to the couch before sitting down. Momentarily, there was the sound of running water and soon enough, Caleb came back with a clean, wet towel. He tried to gently lift up your shirt, but your hand stopped him.

“I’m fine. Really. Can I sleep on your couch? I’m really tired.”

Caleb’s worried eyes met yours, “you are not fine. You’re bleeding all over my floor. Stop being so stubborn and work with me here, yeah?”

He spoke in that same friendly voice, but it was obvious that there was concern in his expression.

You gently let go of his wrist with some hesitation, biting your bottom lip as he pulled your shirt over your head, discarding it somewhere on the couch next to him. Your wound was now completely exposed, along with your bare stomach. You knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, but just having the wound out in the open was enough to put you on edge.

He inspected your injury. His brow furrowed before he brought the damp towel to your skin. You hissed and recoiled slightly. Caleb flinched, but held the towel gently in place.

“Sorry pipsqueak. It’s gonna hurt no matter what. Just… squeeze my arm if it gets too much.”

You didn’t say anything.

Caleb’s touch was warm. You felt his soft fingers on the tender skin of your side. It almost made you shiver.

“Why didn’t you call me sooner? Any later, and you would’ve bled out on the goddamn street,” he murmurs, and for a moment, you didn't know how to reply.

“My phone broke,” You say dumbly.

Then there was silence for a few moments. It was quiet. The only sound was his steady breathing and the clock ticking as the seconds slipped by.

“Are you angry?” You ask when he didn’t say anything.

Caleb shook his head, “no. You have every right to want to avoid me,” he sighed, “I just wish I wasn’t your last option.”

Silence again. Tik-tok… tik-tok…

“I thought you might turn me away,” you finally admitted.

“You know I wouldn’t let you bleed out on my doorstep. No matter how angry I get at you.”

“No, I don’t know that,” you whisper, “I feel like I don’t really know you anymore…”

Caleb finally looks up at you, a hint of hurt betrayed in his eyes, “Do you think… you think I changed that much?”

“I don’t know. But the Caleb I knew would never pretend to be dead for a whole year, leaving me by myself. So, yeah… I guess I don’t really know you anymore.”

“You had other people to turn to for help.”

“Sure. But in the end, who’s taking care of me?”

Caleb sighs again and turns back to your wound. Although he is trying to seem preoccupied, you can tell that he has a lot on his mind.

“We’ll continue this conversation later,” he finally says, “for now, let’s take care of your wound, yeah? The bleeding hasn’t stopped yet. I’ll need some water to wipe you down and see how deep your injury really is. Let me take you to the bathroom. It’ll be easier to do this there.”

Caleb helps you up. Then, he helps you walk over to the bathroom, his arm wrapped around your upper torso firmly but gently. Then, when he’s sure that you are able to stand upright on your own, he meticulously picks out the temperature of the water, making sure it’s not too hot or too cold.

He soaks the towel under the thin stream of water. Your old blood dyes the sink red, leaving a gruesome sight.

You feel dizzy from the blood loss. And slightly sleepy too. You grab onto the edge of the skin in an attempt to pull yourself together. The dim, buzzing light and the splashing of water continuously lull you to sleep.

Finally, when Caleb decided that he got most of the blood out from the towel, he wrings it, and brings it up to your wound again.

You take a sharp breath, colorful curses spilling out of your mouth unchecked, “haah… Caleb…”

He gently wipes away at the edges of the wound, trying hard to be as tender as possible. Despite this, he cleans up your wound with practiced efficiency leaving you to wonder how many times he has patched himself up during dark nights like these.

“You’re doing well,” Caleb says, running the towel under clean water again.

The cycle repeats a few times. By the time Caleb deems that he had cleaned the wound thoroughly enough, you are standing there, subtly trembling in pain. The sink, the floor, and both yours and Caleb’s hands are covered in your blood. You hope that it looks worse than it actually is.

“How is it?” You ask finally.

Caleb rustles through one of the storage compartments, and takes out fresh white gauze. However, your blood on his hands stains it as soon as he touches the bandages.

“It’s pretty deep. You’ll need to take it easy for a while,” he says.

Gritting your teeth as he wraps the gauze around your abdomen, you hold your breath.

“Relax,” Caleb utters, “the worst part is over.”

He wraps the gauze around you a few more times before securing it with a little bow at the end.

“There. Good as new.”

He lets out a sharp sigh, dusting his hands off like a mechanic, and straightens out to look at you again.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better. But I’m worried. Should I go to the hospital?”

“No need. I’m here to take care of you, right?”

You nod.

You didn’t know what came over you then, but your body acted faster than you could think. You placed your hands on either side of his face and planted a small kiss on the edge of his lips.

He seemed stunned for a minute.

“You know I missed you, right?” You whisper, your fingers gently running through his raven hair.

“I thought you hated me,” he breaths.

“I do. But I can do both at the same time. These two things aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“I missed you too.”

“I hope you never leave again. Because I won’t forgive you a second time.”

Caleb’s eyes flicker before he leans in closer and presses a firm kiss to your lips.

God, it was as if you were made for each other.

All of these years of yearning to the most recent worries that plagued your mind came bubbling up to the surface until they finally exploded like a volcano.

He wraps his arms around you. The need for him to be closer to you became stronger, to the point where it was almost animalistic. Your exhales became his inhales as he pushed you up against the skin, deepening the kiss. Your fingers tangled within his hair, and his hands slowly mapped out the bare skin of your back. You couldn’t help but shiver.

You hated him so much. But God… it was impossible to stay away. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, knowing that nothing good was going to come out of this. Maybe he would hurt you again. Maybe you were stupid to come running back to him at the first sign of affection. But that didn’t matter at this moment. Right now, you only knew him. He was your world. And you were his.

“Wait, wait. Caleb,” you gasp suddenly, “fuck.”

Caleb immediately steps back as if he was burned.

“What’s wrong?”

You look down at your wound. It was still bleeding. A faint dark red color peaked out from behind the bandages, a signal to it probably opening up again.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay. It’s very late. We’re both not in our right mind,” you say, heart still hammering in your chest.

Caleb hesitantly nodded. His face and t-shirt was smudged with the blood that undoubtedly came from your hands.

“Maybe I should go to the hospital,” you say again.

A dull throb pulsed over where your wound was, and although you trust that Caleb did a good job of cleaning it, you knew that he wasn’t a medical professional. Maybe you needed stitches. It would be a shame if you bled out in Caleb’s apartment for no reason other than your own carelessness.

“Damn it,” He curses, “I should’ve been more careful, you’ll bleed through these bandages too.” Frustrated, he ran his fingers through his hair. “You’re probably right, but I’ll be honest, I’m not really comfortable with letting you out of my sight just yet. I just… just let me try to add a few more layers of gauze, yeah? And if that doesn’t work, we’ll figure things out from there.”

Caleb takes out more gauze and wraps it around your lower torso again, a bit more tighter this time. He steps back to inspect how much of the gauze has already been bled through, his brow furrowing.

“Damn it…” he mutters.

You put your hand on his arm to stop his continuous fidgeting, “Caleb. Calm down.”

“You’re right. No… I just… You’re bleeding. How are you still bleeding? I’ve never seen you be this chill about an injury before. You remember when you were learning how to ride a bike when we were kids? You would cry so hard when you so much as scraped your knee against the pavement and would run to grandma so she could comfort you.”

“I remember. You were not the best teacher. It’s a miracle I haven’t gotten my front teeth knocked out.”

“You were sensitive as a kid.”

“I grew out of it.”

“Apparently.”

There was another pause. It seemed that every time you and Caleb found a common ground, there was something that would always bring you back and remind you that everything had changed. He was not the reckless little boy from your childhood that you remember. And, in turn, you were not the sensitive little girl that he remembers.

When did everything become so different?

Caleb’s apartment suddenly became cold again.

Caleb shook his head before speaking, “never mind. Have you had dinner? Are you hungry?”

“I don’t know if I can stomach anything right now.”

There was a beat of silence again, as if Caleb was choosing his words carefully, “not even rice? Or maybe some broth?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on. I’ll order you something. Whatever you want.”

***

Caleb lended you one of his shirts since yours was stained with blood.

As promised, he ordered you takeout from a place that worked late and forced you to eat dinner. Even though you felt a little sick, you still made yourself eat.

He didn’t have a dinner table, so you sat on the couch while Caleb fed you.

“Why don’t you have a dinner table?” You inquire, “haven’t you moved in months ago?”

“I just haven’t gotten around to it.”

It was nice to catch up with him, even though it was a little awkward at times. You would talk for a few minutes before falling into silence again. Then someone would say something and the conversation would strike up again.

No one mentioned the kiss from earlier.

The familiar and slightly domestic atmosphere was almost enough to make you forget your previous worries. Almost.

There was a slight buzzing in your head, and then a wave of dizziness overcame you, harder than before.

You calmly, although wobbly, got up from the couch, and looked down at Caleb.

“Caleb, take me to the hospital.”

Caleb followed you up, “Hold on. Wait.”

You started walking towards the door, feeling like you could collapse at any moment. Caleb beat you to the front door, blocking it with his body.

“You’re not in the condition to go anywhere. Look at you. You can barely stand!”

“Then you take me!”

“Listen. I’ll take care of everything. You can’t go anywhere, even with my help.”

“But—“

“Don’t argue with me on this, pipsqueak,” He grabbed your arm a little more forcefully then he intended, “You’re not leaving in this state. No one will take better care of you than me.”

You bite at your bottom lip. What has gotten into him? Was he really just willing to let you bleed out just because he didn’t want you to leave?

Mustering up your last bit of courage and strength, you forcefully tug back on your arm that Caleb was holding, causing him to stumble forward a few steps. The plan was to get around him when he was caught off guard, however, when you retreated your arm in such a sudden motion, the muscles on your abdomen contracted, causing you to shudder in pain.

You collapse onto the floor, unable to put up a fight any further.

“Damn it, pipsqueak. I told you not to argue with me on this.”

Caleb gently helped you up, not minding your little stunt. He helped carry you to his room, tucking you into bed, bringing the covers all the way up to your chin even though you were hot. His scent enveloped you.

He planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, “you know I only want what’s best for you.”

You nod.

You realized that perhaps you should’ve seen this coming from the very beginning. The way he clung on to you when you first came, the way he never let you out of your sight. He wouldn’t let you go now. No matter how much you struggled against him. And you couldn’t say that you hated the idea. This was the person you loved the most. The person who knew you best. The person who would take care of you better than anyone.

He was the person you turned to at the end of the day.

Caleb respectfully sat down on the floor across from you, resting his head on the edge of his bed. Lost in thought, his fingers met yours. Then he brought them up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss.

“I’m mad about you,” he whispers, “I think I’ll die if you ever continue to ignore me like you did.”

“I won’t.”

“Good. Sleep tight, pipsqueak.”

It was four in the morning and the door was closed and Caleb's breathing gradually evened out. The light sound of cars passing on the street below was the only sound. In the haziness of the deep hours of the night, you were back in grandma’s house for a moment. You had snuck into Caleb's room again because you were scared of the sound of cars outside and the shadows on the wall of your room.

The pain in your side is unbearably excruciating. You carefully peel the blanket up to see Caleb’s sheets covered in blood. Your shirt had completely soaked through, and there was no doubt that your gauze had done little to prevent the blood flow. You felt unbearably hot, and your heart was thumping out of your chest.

Without thinking much further, you covered yourself with Caleb’s blanket and turned to the side, scumming to deep sleep shortly after.

At least you were with the person who knows you best.

At least you were with the person who loves you the most.

Masterlist

[ephie-om]

Mammon's Lesson on Humans

Mammon grinned, the adrenaline pumping through his veins heightening every sense, and the moonlight from the window was bright enough for him to see every bit of the house. It was so easy. How could he not take the opportunity? In the room so close to his, a little human slept, with their little human possessions. They were all going to be his eventually. But he needed something tonight, a little piece. It still smelled of them, their human stench a reminder of who it was stolen from.

Was that a thump from their room? Were they awake? He could almost laugh. Normally he wouldn’t want to get caught in the act, but the human had all the odds against them. Nobody they could call for help. They were a lamb in a house full of wolves, put there by the prince of wolves in the name of “peace” and “unity”. What could they possibly do? 

Their door creaked open. They stepped out, rubbing their eyes. Human eyes were terrible in the darkness, and he wondered if they could even see him, standing right there. A few beats passed, and their eyes must have adjusted, because their gaze swiveled straight towards him. “Mammon,” they said, their voice low. “Did you take my plushie?” 

He did laugh then, though quietly. The soft pink bunny dangled from his clawed hand, sharp points threatening to pierce the fabric. “Yeah. Yeah, I did take your little bunny.” 

“Give it back.” His smile dropped. A simple human, demanding something from him? 

“Over my dead body,” he snapped, and started to move. 

He ran down the stairs, using his wings to lighten his steps. The human went after him, but they were no match for his supernatural speed. He was out the front door in mere seconds, leaving them in the dust. He flew high into the sky, the moon drenching the plushie in pale light, making it look almost white. He admired his prize, turning it this way and that. What was it that the humans said? Like taking candy from a baby.

His superior demon eyesight caught the front door of the House of Lamentation opening again, and there they were, having swapped out their pajamas for sweatpants and a hoodie and adjusting their shoes. Did they really mean to go after him? What a pain. Their eyes caught him hovering silhouetted against the moon, and they started to run. He just chuckled and flew away. 

He drifted this way and that, leading them into the woods. He flew lazily, and laughed to himself at how slow they were. There was no way they were going to be able to catch up to him. He weaved in and out of trees, slowing down just enough to let them see him with their bunny clutched in hand, then put on a burst of speed to take him away again. 

After the fifth time, his lungs were starting to ache. They were just a human. They had to be slowing down, right? He turned his head back and caught sight of them, much too close for his comfort. He sped away again, but slower than before. His wing joints hurt, not designed for long-term use. But behind him was the human, still running. He could hear their breath behind him, smell the sweat. And yet they weren’t slowing down. 

Just a small break, he thought. Just a moment to breathe and rest his wings, then he would be off again. He landed near the base of a tree, tucking himself behind the trunk so he wouldn’t be seen. Maybe they would get lost and go a different direction. He clamped the plushie tightly in his arms just in case.

Unfortunately for Mammon, the human’s breathing reached his ears much sooner than he expected. He stretched out his wings, ready to fly again, took off, and dropped onto the ground. Shit. He tried again, only to get a few feet further and hit the ground again, plowing up fallen leaves. Now the stupid bunny was dirty and it smelled like a human.

Their footfalls got closer and closer, and Mammon accepted his fate. Even if they caught him, he could hang onto the bunny. There was no way they could be strong enough to take it from him. He stayed on the ground, facing away from their steps. 

They came up to him only a few moments later, breathing hard. “Give it back,” they repeated, panting. Mammon laid there stubbornly. “Mammon. Let go.” They tugged on one of the ears experimentally, but his grip was rock-solid. 

He growled. “No. I stole it from ya and now it’s mine.” His eyes gleamed yellow on the word ‘mine’, but the human wasn’t impressed. They gave it another fruitless tug, scared to pull too hard. “You’ll rip it in half if ya keep going. Guess you’ll just have to let me have it.” Their hand dropped away and he glanced up, thinking the battle won.

Instead, he was greeted with a close-up view of the human’s face as their glare pinned him in place. “Let me put this a different way. If you steal my bunny, damage my bunny, sell my bunny, I will hunt you down. I’m a stupid human with no magic and no brain, and I will run after you for a hundred years if that’s what it takes. Do you really want to keep doing this for the rest of my life?”

Mammon wouldn’t call himself a scaredy-cat; no, he would call himself one of the bravest demons in the Devildom. But he would also reason that the bravest demons in the Devildom would make the smart choice and let a little pink bunny go. They tugged it from his grip and secured it in their arms, brushing off leaves and frowning at the smudges of dirt marring its fur. They walked away without another word, slowly, like they had all the time in the world. Mammon was left in the dirt, heart thumping.

A few weeks later, Satan is sharing fun facts with the common room like usual. This time he has a book on humans, one of the many he read in preparation for the exchange program, but he’s deemed it necessary to share pertinent pieces with his brothers due to their abysmal lack of knowledge. “Humans’ bones can break and heal themselves in a matter of weeks,” he drones, and Mammon wonders how long he has to pretend to listen before Satan will let him go. “Oh, this one’s interesting. Humans rose to the top of their food chain as predators despite not having naturally evolved defenses. They’re something called an ‘endurance predator’, meaning they would chase their prey until it got tired, then finish it off and eat it.” Mammon swallows hard. His eyes wander to the human playing a game on their phone in a chair near the fireplace, and he scoots an inch further away. Just enough to give himself a head start.

[unfortunate-brat]

You’re Mine | guitarist!ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

pairing: guitarist!ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

synopsis: you may have left the club with someone else but sukuna knows you’ll never be satisfied unless its him.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: slight pussy inspection, drinking, smoking, dirty talk, degrading words, obsession, jealousy, talk of pregnancy, implication of choking, sukuna is in denial, toxic relationship, sukuna is not a romantic,

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his eyes look into the crowd as each finger chooses the right tune for the song’s melody. it’s the first time sukuna’s sung in front of a big group of people, let alone outside of his own room. gojo advised him to picture everyone naked to help ease the nerves but that only makes the guitarist disgusted. besides there’s only one person who looked good naked.

you were sipping your drink at the bar, eyes elsewhere as sukuna continued to entertain the crowd. he wonders if you’re avoiding his gaze, if the words he’s singing sound familiar to your ears, if you’d maybe look his way for fucking once.

strumming his guitar, he looks down to his fingers moving with perfect precision, this beat was nothing new of course. the pink haired fool had practiced it for three weeks while thinking of you. losing sleep as every wrong note would remind him of that night you screamed at him for being a jackass. that he would never change for the better. that perhaps whatever arrangement the two of you had was pure poison.

those dark eyes focus upon you yet again, unable to stray away from the hand that has wrapped around your waist. how dare you let someone else touch you? sukuna takes a moment to glance away, so no one figures he’s trying to blow someone up with his mind.

with the final note, sukuna glances in your direction yet again and sees the other guy dragging you away towards the bathroom. your laughter seemingly follows behind but its too loud in this place to tell for sure. what he does know is that whoever was pulling you away was a dead man.

he’s about three glasses deep in vodka, opting to just get it without ice as his thoughts are haunted by your face. there’s no doubt that you haven’t left and are still somewhere with that fucking asshole. as much as sukuna is very much to blame for you being with someone else, he won’t think to apologize.

dark crimson eyes dart to the bathroom where you had seemingly disappeared to, debating whether to get up and drag your ass out or to wait. the buzz running through his body was fueling his thoughts to beat up the guy but he’ll never get to play at this club if that happened. he’ll just have to play the long game.

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meanwhile you had snuck out to the front of the club and shared a cigarette with the stranger from earlier. both your bodies huddled close together to fight the chill of the night.

normally you didn’t smoke but after a couple drinks, the craving overpowered your brain. luckily this guy had a whole pack and for now, you enjoy the sting of nicotine coating your airways. it’s better than the sting of a certain someone’s kiss, despite how you somewhat missed them.

there’s no doubt that the song sukuna covered tonight was about you, it’s one of the many he practiced while you were asleep during the rare times that sukuna let you stay over that is. and you could feel his eyes burning a hole into your body, assuming that he knew you were with someone else.

“cold sweetheart?” a voice says softly, interrupting your thinking as a warm jacket covers your shoulders. “there, I wouldn't want you to freeze.”

you smiled softly, taking the last drag of the cancerous stick before handing it back to him. “thank you.” the smile he returns makes your knees weak, who knew someone else could do that for you? “you sure you’re not gonna freeze?”

the man lets out a smirk before wrapping an arm around your waist, closing the distance between you both. “nah, i got you to help me with that.” his lips meet yours and you can’t help but kiss back with the same passion. ignoring the cigarette that fell to the floor, being snuffed out by his foot. your arms wrapping around his neck as he chuckles between kisses. “see? feeling warmer already.”

“oh shut up.” pulling away you glance at the cab’s waiting for someone to use their services. “wanna head to my place?”

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sukuna doesn’t sleep, something in his brain telling him that you were up to no good. if he could drive, he’d head to your place. toss you on the bed and make you remember who could make you scream the loudest. paint that pretty skin of yours with bite marks and various hickies. make you so stupid all you can blabble out is his name.

running a hand through his spiky strands of pink, sukuna glances at the time on his phone. it’s already six am and a whole night passed without him realizing. guess his thoughts were too deep.

with a groan, he grabs something basic, sweats and a black hoodie before heading out of his apartment. alcohol may make his ability to drive out of the question but walking won’t. you did live a bit far but his determination will fuel his energy. and if anything, sukuna was gonna make you take him back. even if it’ll take a couple rounds of sex to do so.

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there’s a pounding at your door and despite you not wanting to get up, your neighbors might start complaining. so with not so graceful steps, you rise from the warmth of your bed to the door. wrapping a silk robe around your figure as all you slept with was panties. finding a tall and dark figure standing in your doorway, the stench of vodka oozing off his skin.

“you gonna let me in or what?” his eyes stare into your own, taking note that you were pretty much naked underneath the silk.

“it’s six in the morning, can’t this wait?” you whine, rubbing one of your eyes as sukuna pushes past you. “i’m tired.”

he freezes before slowly turning around as you shut the door. “tired from what?” and within seconds sukuna has you pinned against the wooden door, one hand resting at your throat. “from faking with him? or did he know what he was doing?” Your hands are powerless against his own as they remove your robe, shifting down to the lace barely covering your cunt. “no marks, is he too scared to hurt you or what?”

you can’t fight him, nor stop his actions as the buzz from earlier is still in your veins. as your judgment isn’t in its best state and old feelings are resurfacing. it had been three months since he last touched you like this. you had mostly avoided him of course but how long could you resist him entirely?

your body is thrown down onto the mattress, legs spread apart as sukuna rips the lace covering the last inch of you in two. rough and callused fingers spreading your folds open as he chuckles darkly. “look at my beautiful girl, she looks abused. guess he did know what he was doing huh?” you can’t help but look away, biting back the moan that threatens to escape you.

his thumb swipes through the arousal that began to pool out, bringing it to his mouth for a quick taste. a mixture of your sweet juices and a bit of saltiness greeting his taste buds. “hmm, you always were such a slut for creampies.” he takes a moment to look up at you, noting how you chose to look away. “what, you hate me now?” a harsh slap against your folds makes you whimper as he grins. “that’s not what this pussy thinks and you know it.” another slap, followed by three more make you whine and the shame pools in your stomach.

his free hand grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. “you can fuck anyone, act like it’ll be enough but we both know the truth at the end of the day.” there’s no warning when his tip greets your entrance, you hadn’t even noticed his sweats were off. “this pussy is mine and i don’t have any issue reminding you. nor do i care his cum is still inside.” he pushes inside, bottoming out as you writhe and squirm under his towering frame. “let’s see which one gets you pregnant first.”

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[tttt06]

The Apocalypse

Warnings! Gore, zombies, probably some angst if ya squint, size kink, death, apocalypse. Nobody dies, and it's still unserious.

Past K-pop Idol x International Black reader

Synonpsis~ A world where zombies made a sudden outbreak. You were only a fashion assistant. How the fuck were you going to survive. Well, 8 men pulled you into this large building. It had food, water, and people. With the help of Chan and Felix translating and Minho helping with your Korean, you muster up a relationship. One cuts deep with the buff Australian.

Word Count~ 7.2k

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I mean, I had plans for the future. I wanted kids and a husband, preferably buff. One minute, I'm running from zombies, and the next, eight Korean men are shoving me into a building.

The sound of helicopters filled the silence. I hadn't spoken since everyone was speaking in a foreign language. I wasn't from here. I was a fashion assistant on a trip with my boss friend. 

Now I'm in a building I don't recognize with 8 strangers.

It was cold, probably from the winter snow. They were watching the TV, inspecting the newscaster's words, hanging onto every word. I was shaking in the corner, and not from the cold. 

Surprisingly, the building was still up and running. The place was toasty.

I was shaking because I was terrified. 

"You okay? No bites?" I looked to see who it was. I was flummoxed by his accent.

"Yeah, no bites." He smiled, "This was not how I was expecting my day to go." I sighed, sinking more comfortably into the wall. "You think this is forever, or maybe it's The Walking Dead." The buff man shook his head. "Nah, no way. I give it a week." 

Well, that week fucking passed, and we were still trapped in this damn building. The TV wasn't working. Providentially, there were a lot of wireless chargers. We were able to charge our phones. It wasn't hard to notice how people were posting less and less every day.

"Kai cenat still streaming." Felix scooted over to look. "No way." I laughed, watching as Kai talked screamed to the screen. Hyunjin was trying to savor his battery by opting to paint. At this point, I knew the boys well. I knew they were Idols, and they knew who I was as well. 

I had become the closest with Chan only because of how much English he could speak. Here and there, conversations would start between Seungmin, Hyunjin, and Changbin... but never with the others. Chan confessed, "We're gonna run out of Buldak soon. We don't have canned food here." I said, terrified, "You think... we'd have to go out there?" Chan shook his head, "We'll go out there. Not you." I worriedly confessed, "But I don't want you guys to get hurt out there." Hyunjin turned from his canvas to listen to us. Jeongin said, "If you go out there, I'm coming with you." 

I couldn't believe it. These bitches were finna risk their lives for some food. Sure, the convenience store was a two-minute walk, but they shouldn't leave out. 

We weren't the only 9 here either. There were staff members. Some went missing. They left for the same mission and never came back. 

Han was making it his mission to learn about what was happening outside, but the media knew as much as we did. Which was nothing.

We treated it like zombies. If we got bit, we'd die. I'm terrified of what would happen. Hyunjin broke my deep monologue, and Chan led by saying, "Let's just go. Grab some weapons and get there while we still can." Chan asked, "Who's going, who's staying?" I looked at everyone. Han stood, I.N. stood, and nobody else did. "Okay, Y/N, kids, hold down the fort, yeah?" 

This is stupid. What I'm about to do is really dumb, but I have to.

"Wait," I uttered hesitantly. "Yeah?" Chan asked. I took a deep breath, "I'll come with you." Minho stood up and grabbed my arm. He shook his head, "Don't." He selectively chose his words. "I have to. I need to." Minho didn't let up, "You will die." I nodded, "I won't." 

He knew I was not only lying to him but to myself. Shaking my head yes while saying no is a huge giveaway already. If that wasn't enough, I was trembling in his grasp.

Chan commanded, "Alright, grab some weapons." I looked toward the wooden railing. I gripped the top of the railing and pulled it off. Chan added, "You're a strong girl." I laughed at his playful tone and lifted it over my back. "I'm ready to get Zombie guts all over me." 

I hopped over the fence as we went to the convenience store. Chan was carefully looking out as Han jogged behind me. 

Jeongin smashed a zombie's head in. The brain matter got on my shoe. 

Fuck, now's not a good time to admit I pass out when I see too much blood. 

The sky was orange. It had been for a month now. The air was so still that it felt like the earth stopped spinning.

I bit my lip as I continued to look around, "Hey, isn't that the convenience store right there?" Chan looked over to where I pointed. 

"It is. Let's go." Han ran to the store and opened it. He let out a long breath. The store was empty.

Chan said, "C'mon guys. Grab everything and go. Also, do not leave until we're all ready. The added weight is gonna slow us down."

I nodded and walked over to the snack aisle. I slid every snack into the big duffle bag. My phone's flashlight stayed bright as I searched for more food.

I brought my hand to the back and felt someone grab my hand on the other side. 

My heart quickened as I screamed. "AH!" The hand let go, and I peeped through to see Jeongin. "Sorry, Noona." I smiled and waved it off. 

"It's okay." I continued to look around to no avail. I announced, "I'll look in the back to see if I can find anything." They waved me off, and I jogged to the door.

I quickly learned the door was locked when I jumped behind the counter. I slammed my body into the door, leaving the door to burst open. 

I moved my flashlight around and saw the piles of boxes. "Yes!" I bumped into something and felt a yank in my hair.

I screamed as I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. It felt like I got bit by a dog. I whimpered from the pain, and I saw the boys running in. 

The zombie fell to the ground, and Chan's eyes scanned my body. Han said, "SHIT! SHE'S BIT!" Chan ran to me and grabbed me bridal style. "We need to take her back now!" 

They ran back to the company. Chan carried me like it was nothing while the boys stayed on defense. The streets were empty. 

There were maybe one or two zombies strolling around the streets.

When we entered the building, I saw Minho's eyes go wide. Now that I could see how much was on my shoulder, I panicked.

"Oh my god! There's so much blood! Am I gonna be okay?!" Chan looked at me, "You'll be okay! Don't worry. Minju will help you." 

I looked as the staff member ran to us. I felt myself starting to get dizzy as the blood dripped off my shoulder. 

"I feel like I'm about to pass out." Chan sat me down on the couch, "I'll get you some water." I nodded absentmindedly. 

The woozy feeling only developed more. And as the seconds passed, I passed out. 

When I woke up, I was in bed, and a bandage was wrapped around my shoulder. I lifted myself up to see Minho carefully observing me. He was making sure I wasn't still feeling dizzy.

"Are you okay?" I nodded, "I pass out when I see blood. Wait... Am I okay? I feel fine." 

Chan opened the door to see me up. He ran over and hugged me tightly, "Oh my god, you're finally awake!" I hugged him back confusedly, "Well, how long was I out for." 

Chan said, "Two days." Minho called out, "Y/N's AWAKE!" 

I watched as everyone bustled into the room. Felix was quick to give me a hug. Changbin held my hand as the other boys stared. 

"I'm alive. How am I alive?" Seungmin explained, "Well, Minju thinks the zombie bites aren't spread through bites. It could be airborne... meaning, we're all going to die anyway." 

I looked around at everyone, "Wait, what?" 

I looked at them all, "We're gonna die?" Hyunjin's face turned solemn, "At least we're together, right?" 

I nodded sadly.

Once everyone walked out, Chan was still there with me.

"I was so scared when you got bit. You don't understand what I was willing to do for you." I smiled lightly, "Channie..." 

He grabbed my hands in his big palms, "Which is why..."

I listened to him, "I think you should cut your hair... I mean-"

"Chan... I can't do that."

He looked surprised that I said that, "Why? What's wrong?" I shook my head, "Chan, my hair isn't like yours. It won't just grow back in a couple of months. This takes years. It's not all my hair, but I can't do that."

His smile looked pained, "Please? You're already injured because I let you come with me." I shook my head, "No, I'm injured because I wasn't paying attention. Don't blame yourself. The bite will heal."

He sighed, "I- uh... at least think about it?" 

I smiled, "Maybe."

A couple days passed. We were already getting nearer to the end of the December month. 

We learned some things about Zombies. They don't pay attention to humans unless provoked, fight each other, and aren't hungry. 

So, we have nothing to fight. Once we discovered that about them, the team became more relaxed. But they led us to more questions. Where have the rest of the staff and such gone?

"Big confession." I looked at Felix's round eyes as he spoke, "I'm the one who clogged the toilet." Chan slapped his shoulder, "Ew, mate. Fucking shit." I laughed at his accent and mimicked, "Fucking shit mate." Seungmin added, "Speaking of shit, the toilet?!" Lixie pouted apologetically. His freckles were frowning with him. 

Chan called to me, "Y/N-innie. I need you over here." Chan was the group's leader, and apparently, he had the best means of survival skills.

I looked at him and smoothly walked over. He pushed a braid behind my ear. "Have you thought about what I said?" "No, I didn't. My hair is sacred to me." He half smiled, and that dimple popped out. "You have beautiful hair, but I'm just trying to keep you safe. It's so easy to grab... what if..." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I closed the gap and took his thick, pale hands into mine. 

"I'll be okay." Though the Zombies didn't attack often, when they did, it would cause a herd. 

Chan looked at me like I was crazy. "You make my anxiety go up. So stubborn." He whispered that last bit. He looked into my eyes. They made me feel so safe and seen. He looked like he was telling me something in his head over and over. 

"Back to this. So I found a second generator in the basement of the building so we can get working showers again." I cheered, "I was getting tired of the B.O." He smiled, "I wanted you to come with me." I raised an eyebrow, "Why?" He shrugged, "We have the best chemistry together." 

I laughed, "What the hell? Or are we the ones that have begged the most for the shower?" He rolled his eyes, "That too." I giggled, and he just stared at me. 

His eyes went soft as I laughed. "I'm glad I can still make you laugh in a time like this." I tilted my head, "You always make me laugh." 

He motioned, "Let's go tell the boys what we're doing, and we're out." 

I gripped the flashlight as we traveled deeper into the lower levels. Chan had attempted to make conversation but could tell I wasn't feeling it.

That was until he asked me, "How does it feel? To have lived before this and for it all to be for nothing?" I stopped and looked at him, "Where is this coming from?" 

His face had an unreadable expression. He sighed and looked at the ground. "I feel like I failed at protecting my fans." I patted his back, "Ah, that's not your fault." Chan shrugged, "My fans are out there lost and walking alone. It's been close to a month of us dealing with 'zombies.' How are we supposed to get back into making music." I looked at him.

Wow, he must've been really contemplating this for a while.

"I think it feels horrible. I had my dream job that I worked years to get, only for my boss to be (I assume) dead. I think my family is gone, my clothes are probably being worn by another surviving family, and the world is all in one big shit hole. So I get the feeling." 

He smiled, "I'm glad you relate to me a little bit." I added, "I will never understand the feeling of having fans, but I think it's similar to having people back home rooting for you. And in a sense, I feel like I sorta let them down." 

Chan wiped his eyes. "You crying?" He shook his head, "No, the dust is just gnarly down here." I kissed his cheek. He froze like a statue. His ears were the brightest red I've ever seen. 

"C'mon." 

When we came back, the water was on. Chan had been silent the rest of the night. 

I guess I really messed with him when I kissed him on the cheek. 

I again was sitting in the main lounge area. Seungmin was the first to turn in. 

I had gone to bed also. 

Ever since that day with the bite, I've been getting nightmares.

I woke up in a cold sweat and looked around. My heart was beating so fast, I felt so scared. 

I felt like zombies were gonna come and get me.

I walked out of my room and into the dining area. There, Chan was on his laptop. He looked up in surprise. "Hey?" He smiled, "What are you doing up?" 

I shrugged, "Couldn't sleep." He smiled, and I asked, "Well, what about you? Why are you up?" "Well, this inspired something in me. I've been saving battery on my laptop to make one last song."

He grabbed my hand, "You hungry?" I shook my head, "I feel like I could throw up." He furrowed his eyebrows. Chan placed the rear of his hand on my forehead to check my temperature. 

"Ah, you sick? From the bite?!" I laughed, "Nah, just sweaty... I guess." 

He said obviously, "You're not sweating." I rolled my eyes, "Okay, I feel hot." 

He sighed, "Nightmares?" I blinked, shocked. He just read me like an open book. 

He said, "The last couple of days, you've been sluggish, Y/N. You haven't been sleeping well, and you won't eat. Minju said you were fine... but I think that night fucked you up more than you're letting on."

My lips went to a thin line, and he glanced at my dimple. I didn't miss the look of affection on his face. 

"What's really going on Y/N?" I shook my head, "I saw someone get shot as a kid, and I had night terrors. When I see blood, I panic and pass out... I've been having worse night terrors now."

His eyes scanned mine as his hold on my hand got tighter, "Don't make this weird, but do you wanna sleep in my room with me?" I only blinked.

I got that from Minho.

He smiled, "Don't leave my question hanging."

I smiled, "If you're okay with my sweating up your bed." His smirk sent heat down my stomach. "Oh, you don't know what I'd let you do in my bed."

I smacked his shoulder, "Chan!" He started laughing, and I got up. "C'mon." He smiled and walked me to his room. He looked me over, "You sleep in those clothes? Those are jeans." I laughed, "I don't have pajamas..." 

He went to the pile of folded clothes in the corner and passed me a T-shirt and sweatpants. I laughed, "The shirt is enough, Chan." 

His eye showed a glint of something unreadable.

I said, "Turn around." He did me one better and walked out of the room. He whispered, "Knock when you're ready for me to come in."

I changed and ran to the door to knock on it. Chan opened it and looked me over. His ears were turning bright red. "Okay, get in the bed. I'll sleep on the floor." 

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Fuck no! What if there's a zombie under the bed, and it eats you?!" He waddled over me and hugged my waist. 

He pushed me to the bed and said, "I'll survive." I bit my lip. I liked the way he manhandled me. 

"Channie, I'm serious. Sleep with me. I need you to hold me." His eyes widened, "You...need... me?" I nodded, "C'mere." He nodded absentmindedly. He let me drag him to the bed. 

He plopped down, and I laid my head on his chest. 

"Night Y/N-innie."

"goodnight Channie."

When I woke up, he was gone. I searched for him, only to find Minho and Hyunjin. 

"Uh, where's Chan?" Minho looked me up and down. Hyunjin was staring. 

"What are you two looking at?" Hyunjin teased, "What'd you two do last night? You have his clothes on." I looked down and pulled on the corner of his long T-shirt. "I was tired of wearing jeans to sleep." 

Changbin walked in loud as ever, "Did somebody say new jeans?!" His voice boomed in the hallways as he came back with food.

Jeongin placed down a huge box, "We went on a food run. Also, got your pads, Y/N." He tossed the pads, and I squealed, "Yay!"

Jeongin continued, "We have something to show you." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"What? What's the problem?" I entered the front lobby and watched the older guy in a torn-up suit stand beside Chan. "We found him on the street running from a herd of zombies."

I quirked an eyebrow, "So, who is he?" 

I looked over the man again. I have never seen him a day in my life. He said in Korean, "I'm a scientist. I got kicked out of the government facility because I did illegal testing on the zombies. I was trying to help."

I blinked, "So, what? You know the cure?" He laughed, "No, not at all. This big guy over here kidnapped me." He aggressively patted Chan. My eyes followed Chan, "What are you planning on doing to him?" 

Chan let him go, "I want him to save the world... using you." 

The scientist guy settled in rather quickly. Too quick for my liking. He was only here for thirty minutes, and that nerd was already munching on our snacks. 

I asked, "Do you know how this happened?" 

The scientist said, "Yes. There was a meteor we'd been tracking because it threatened to hit the Earth. It hit the Earth and spread a gas that affected the human brain. This resulted in non-threatening zombies. Ones we can cure with the right stuff."

I asked, "Well, what's a possible cure?" He sighed, "Perhaps someone with an immunity. I do have to say, you do realize that only some Asian countries are having this problem, right? The states, Canada...et cetera, are all okay." Chan blurted, "Australia?"

The man said, "The zombies couldn't survive there. They died the same day." Chan looked relieved. 

I asked, "I got bitten... does that mean anything?" He said, "Yes, well.... maybe. The chemical isn't in the air anymore. I know new soldiers went to the rock and returned fine. So, we've either started building an immunity, or the chemical has become dormant. I can certainly run a test and see what's happening in you." 

Chan's hand went to my shoulder, "She's gonna be okay? We're all gonna be okay?" He nodded, "We just need a cure." Everyone looked so relieved.

I walked to my room. I needed time to myself. It was so much. We were gonna be okay, but to what extent. I would never see Chan again, or Lixie, or any of the boys. 

I sighed as I curled up in my bed. The knock on my door echoed through the room, "Come in." I knew who he was by his footsteps. 

Chan sat on the corner of the bed and asked, "When'd you get so good at Korean?" I said, "Minho had been teaching me." 

He let out a light laugh and got up. He went to the side of the bed I was facing and squatted close to my face. 

He whispered, "You doing okay?" I nodded. My fist wrapped up in the covers. Chan said, "You sure? It looks like something else is on your mind." 

I sat up, "I'm trying to understand myself." His eyes followed my movement. I looked at him, and that spark in my eyes answered the inner questions.

I like him.... more than a friend should.

Chan smiled, "We're gonna be okay. Focus on the good for now."

Before he walked out, he added, "Question, you sleeping in my room tonight?" 

My eyes widened, "You're okay with me doing that?" He smiled, "I'll happily let you sleep next to me for as long as you'd like." I smiled, "Yeah, I'll turn in soon."

It wasn't soon. I was too nervous to enter Chan's room. Now that I know how I feel about him, I felt like I was taking advantage of him. 

I bit my lip as I crept into his room. He was sound asleep. I lifted the covers, and he stirred awake. "Sorry." He smiled, "Finally, you're here." He scooped me up and little spooned me. 

His hands were careful where to touch. I closed my eyes in agony. I was horny now. The way he was touching me felt so good. His hands rubbed small circles on my womb.

I scooted my hips into his crotch, and I felt him harden quickly. His hands jerked to my hips and kept them still.

I turned around and stared at him. I could see the hunger in his eyes now. I leaned in and kissed him. His lip bit my bottom lip, and the next thing you know, his tongue was in my mouth.

He explored my mouth with his wet tongue. He pulled away to get some air.

He pulled me close and started ripping his own shirt off my body. 

He sucked my chest, making me give him a moan. He flipped us over as he towered over me.

He took off his shirt, revealing the carefully sculpted abs. I whimpered when I saw it. He dove down to give me another passionate kiss.

I was happily okay with the passion. When Chan pulled away again, he hesitated. He looked down at his hands and then at me. 

"What's wrong?" He got off me, "I- maybe we shouldn't do this." I furrowed my eyebrows to reach for him, "What? Why?" I reached out to him, but he flinched away.

My eyes lingered on his arm. "You don't like me?" He laughed, defeated, "Of course I do. I just... I can't." I was so confused. I liked him a lot, and now he was rejecting me.

I got up, "Fine," and I left. The tears streamed from my eyes as I ran to my room. I met with Hyunjin and Felix in the lobby. 

"Yah! What's wrong?" I shook my head, and Felix ran over and hugged me. "Why are you crying? What happened to your shirt? Did something happen?!" 

"Chan he- he..." Hyunjin's eyes widened, "He what?!" 

Felix looked in disbelief. I started to realize how this looked, and I calmed down. "No! I was sleeping in Chan's bed, and we started making out, but then he told me he couldn't go any further. I don't know if I did something wrong or if he hates me..." 

Hyunjin took a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "So it was consensual." I nodded, "YES!" 

Hyunjin hugged me tightly. Felix sat, "Why were you in his room in the first place?" I pouted, "I was having night terrors." 

Felix sighed. I continued, "But Chan invited me to sleep with him. I really like him, so why would he do this?"

Hyunjin joked, "Probably because he hasn't gotten any in a while and is rusty," I laughed. Hyunjin continued, "You wanna sleep with one of us tonight? So you don't have night terrors." 

I nodded, "Who do you pick then?" I smiled, "Hyunjin tonight and Felix tomorrow!" Hyunjin grabbed my hand gently and swung it between us. I giggled, "See you tomorrow, Lixie!" Hyunjin and I skipped to his room. He took another look at me, "You wanna wear my shirt to sleep? It's not ripped up, and it'll be longer than the one you're wearing." I looked down at my ripped shirt, showing my bra.

I covered it quickly, "Sorry, you were in such a panic earlier I didn't want to tell you." I ran to his mini closet and looked for something to wear. "Ou, a Jersey. Oh my god, is this Versace?!" I pulled out the shirt, and he laughed. "You stop it. Now, put on any shirt you want and go to sleep." 

I threw on a random graphic-T and got in his bed. Hyunjin had made his way to the floor, and I scooted to the edge of the bed. "Do you have to sleep on the floor?" 

He smiled, "This is a... uhm... what's the word when friends sleep at each other's house?" I smiled, "A sleepover?" He smiled, "Yes! This is a sleepover."

I laughed and cuddled more into the bed. "Do you think I have a chance with Chan?" His hand reached for the ceiling and stayed there. He stared at his fingers as he thought.

"Chan has stuff going on, y'know? He always does. Maybe you would if he allows himself to love people again." 

I said mindlessly, "What, he dated a gold digger once?" He lifted up and stared at me in shock. "Yeah! How'd you know?" I laughed, "Just a guess."

Hyunjin said, "He loved that girl. We thought of her as a family. We found out she was transferring money to her accounts and planning on leaving. On top of that, she had a boyfriend too." 

I shook my head in disbelief, "Wow, she's horrible." He nodded, "Yeah, she was." 

I raised an eyebrow, "Was? Nah, she still is." Hyunjin shook his head, "Nope, is. Her boyfriend killed her." My mouth dropped open. "You're fucking lying." 

He nodded. "Chan still loved the girl, so... it probably hurts him."

I had nothing to say. I was in shock. "Okay, wow." It got depressingly silent as I thought about Chan's past. 

I bet you'd never be able to tell on TV. I bet he was laughing and pretending to be okay, only to go home lonely. Maybe that's why he likes me.

I asked, "What was she like?" Hyunjin said, "She was kind and took the time to get to know us. Even after they broke up, she would still reach out to us occasionally. But, again... she was hiding shit." 

I nodded, "I feel bad for talking about her. We should turn in." He turned to his side, his back faced me. "Goodnight Y/N." I smiled, "Goodnight Hyunjinnie." 

I was woken up by a scream. Hyunjin and I stirred awake. We looked at each other as another scream echoed through the hall. Hyunjin grabbed his bat and my hand. 

We ran to the main lobby. That's where the screaming was coming from.  "I HAVE A BREAKTHROUGH!" Everyone was gathered in the lobby, confused. Changbin grunted, "Why are you screaming, old man?" 

I looked at Changbin and mouthed, 'Watch your mouth.' Changbin looked down with a grunt. He gets grumpy in the morning.

When I looked around, my eyes locked with Chan's. He had pain in his eyes. He was staring at Hyunjin and me. Our hands were still together, and I wore Hyunjin's shirt instead of Chan's.

I get how it looked, and I let him believe it. If he really believed in me, he would at least ask.

"Y/N, can I trouble you for some blood?" I quirked an eyebrow as I stared at all the bandaids on his arm.

"How many times you plan on stabbing me?" He rolled his eyes, "You're obviously not scared of needles. You have a tattoo." I looked down at my thigh. I did have a big tattoo there.

"Yeah, go ahead." I let go of Hyunjin and walked over to the scientist. I said, "What's your name? You never told us." He smiled, "Call me Dr. Acanthopis." 

Felix's eyes lit up, "Like the Australian spider." Acanthopis quirked his bushy eyebrows, "Yeah, that's right." Felix looked proud of himself. 

I went to the makeshift lab with Dr. Acanthopis. He just put his supplies in the small nurse's room. I assume this is where people used to get IV drips. 

I sighed as I looked at the broken clock. "How long will this take?" He said, "I don't know. Just sit and relax." I wiggled in the seat and sighed. 

I closed my eyes as I smelt the alcohol in the air. The smell I always smell before getting a shot. 

Acanthopis poked the needle, "I need a lot of blood." I nodded as I kept my eyes shut. I said, "I should probably mention I pass out when I see blood." We sat there for about two more minutes before he pulled out the needle. 

I heard a glass break, and I opened my eyes to see the blood spilling on the ground. "Oh no." I blacked out right on that hospital bed.

I started to wake up a little and heard voices. "Is Y/N okay?" 

That was Chan's voice. 

Dr. Acanthopis said, "Yeah, she'll be fine. I just dropped some blood on the floor, and she passed out."

Chan let out a desperate breath. I felt him get closer and move my braid behind my ear. I tried to stay steady and still.

Chan said, "Please, keep an eye on her. She likes to drink the strawberry ice cream after she gets up." 

Did he remember that? 

Acanthopis clicked his tongue, "Noted."

Once Chan left, I opened my eyes. Acanthopis turned around as he moved the vials of blood somewhere else. Acanthopis mentioned he went to the fridge, "You gonna tell me what that was?" 

I scooted up on the bed, "Nothing, Chan and I are going through something awkward." 

He turned around and crossed his arms, "You speak Korean like a baby." I rolled my eyes, "You speak English like one, too. Piece of shit." He laughed, "Just an observation, no need to get sensitive."

I bit my lip and played with my fingers on my lap, "Hey? Are you actually upset?" I shot him a look, "No. Well, yeah, but not about that." He walked over to me and checked my wrist pulse, "Then what are you upset about?" 

I sighed, "Chan, he's just... pulling back." Acanthopis said, "I say, I give you two liquid courage. What do you say, hm? We throw a party?" 

I only laughed, but Acanthopis was being dead ass serious. He pulled a bottle of Soju from the fridge. "It's unsanitary that you keep blood and Soju in the same fridge." He shrugged. 

"Get up, and let's go." He carefully watched me. He walked over to help my dizzy body get up. "I told you I took a lot of blood. I'll get you some strawberry Ice cream." He winked at me as he helped me to the lobby area. 

Next thing you know, I was eating Ice cream in a circle of drunk men. 

"Uno out!" Chan put his card down, and I sighed. I was too drunk. Chan was the only sober one there. 

Felix screamed, "NO! ANOTHER ROUND!" Hyunjin checked his ear for blood, and I laughed. "Lix, relax! There's still four players in the game!" 

Felix's face was dark red. He looked around and everyone and laughed, "Oh, okay." I groaned.

I looked through my fifteen cards. Lee Know made me pluck ten, and now I'm in deep shit.

Seungmin put down five '0' cards. "What the fuck?" I lifted all his cards to see he snuck in a 1. I threw the card directly at him as he laughed menacingly. 

I took another shot before putting down my three reverse cards. We sat there for maybe ten minutes, figuring out which direction to go. 

I sighed, "Binnie, you're next." He squinted at his cards as he silently decided. Changbin sat there for a good five minutes just thinking. Seungmin said, "PUT A DAMN CARD DOWN ALREADY!"

Hyunjin clapped as he laughed and waited for Changbin. Felix was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. 

I think he passed out because Hyunjin started looking at his cards. I shook my head, "Changbin-ah, it's just a game." 

He leaned in and showed me his cards. I giggled next to him and told him which ones to throw down. I couldn't help but see Chan staring at the corner of his eye.

Chan's jaw clenched. He looked like he was seething. 

"Hey, I'm gonna check out. You're all too drunk for this game." He laughed politely and got up. My eyes followed him as he left the room. 

Hyunjin nudged me. I looked at him, and everyone stared at me. "I'm in charge of cheering him up now, huh?" Jeongin nodded, "I don't know what happened with you two, but he's been quieter."

I bit my lip and stood up. The trip to Chan's room was quick. I knocked on the door, and there was no answer.

I sighed and opened the door anyway. Chan was sitting on his bed with his headphones on. I walked next to him, and he jumped.

"Y/N!" I sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "What happened with Uno? No, what happened that night?! What happened to us? We are a team, but now, it feels like you hate me." 

He only listened. "Y/N, I just... it's different..." I crossed my arms and leaned into him, "Different, how? I know about her." He quirked an eyebrow, "Know about who." 

"Cece. Your ex-girlfriend." His eyes darkened, "What do you know? Why are you being nosy about my past?" I raised my hands in defense, "I'm not using her against you! And I'm not digging into your past. I'm saying I understand a little more about you."

Chan spat, "You don't understand shit." My heart skipped a beat. 

He's mad at me.

My eyes began to water as he said, "Get the hell out." I cried, "No! I'm not leaving you alone!" He stood up as his voice roared, "LEAVE!" He grabbed both my wrists in one hand and began to drag me out of his room. 

I rambled, "I'm scared that when this is all over, you're leaving me for good, and I'll never see you again." 

He paused, "What...?" I cried, "I want to keep seeing you. I don't want you to shut me out! I need you! So, please don't leave me!" 

He saw the tears in my eyes and let go. He pulled me into a sharp hug and whispered sorries in my ear.

He pulled away and wiped the tears away. "I don't need you crying over me." 

I bit my lip as the tears kept streaming. Chan grabbed a braid and tucked it behind my ear, "You're such a pretty crier too." I hugged back into his chest.

Chan confessed, "I'm sorry for yelling. Cece is a touchy subject for me. I can't resent her because she's gone now. The only person I can be mad at is myself." 

I lifted my head and looked at him, "I'm sorry for bringing it up." He shook his head, "Nah, I'm sorry for getting so angry. Listen, I found out later that her grandma couldn't afford insurance, so she dated me to help out her grandma. Sure, I felt used, but if I were in a situation like that... I'd do even worse to help my grandma." 

I consoled him as I patted his back. "You don't have to put yourself in Cece's shoes. She took your hard-earned money. It's still valid to be mad at her even if she was a good person."

He just looked at me and smiled. But it was a smile I hadn't seen from him before. Something raw was behind those eyes.

I asked, "So, last night..." He looked at me, "Yeah, you and Hyunjin had fun?" I explained, "We didn't do anything. He slept on the floor. Hyunjin saw me crying and-"

"Crying? Why were you crying, Y/N?" 

My eyes widened, and I quickly looked away. I played with my fingers, "I was so mortified. You rejected me last night." He quirked an eyebrow, "That's not what happened." 

"What do you mean? I was there." Chan smiled that cute, dimpled smile as he plopped on the back of the bed. I looked behind me to view his face, "What's funny?" 

"Do you know how pretty you are? Like, utterly gorgeous." My face heated up, "What are you talking about?" Chan said, "Last night, I was scared I was being too aggressive. It's been a while since a second party was with me in the bedroom. I forgot how to act."

I climbed on his lap, and his ears turned a dark red. "What if I like it like that? You don't have to have control. Use me like a little toy." 

His eyes widened as I felt his dick harden underneath me. "Shit, Y/N." I smiled, "What?" 

He grabbed both my hands and slammed me down into a kiss. It was messy and passionate. The sounds were wet as our tongues played in each other's mouths.

His hands traveled to my waist. I moaned in his mouth as he pulled off my shorts. 

I pulled away to get the pants down. Chan stared at me and flipped us over. My palm landed on his big chest. 

He started kissing my neck, and I wrapped my legs around his waist so I could feel him. His dick was so hard in his jeans. Fuck.

He always looked so good in ripped jeans that ripped at the thigh.

He swiped his thumb over my bud, making me gasp. His mouth sucked on my neck as he played with my pussy through my panties. 

I bit my lip to stop myself from getting too loud. Chan's other hand lifted to my face as he forced his thumb inside my mouth. He opened my jaw, and the sound of my moans escaped my throat.

"Ah~ I want you to touch me." He teased, "I am babygirl." 

My eyes rolled to the back of my hand as I felt his finger slip into my hole like nothing. 

"Shit, Y/N. Why are you so tight?" He took off my shirt sensually. His tongue trailed down my stomach as I sucked in a breath. He looked up at me with that devilish smirk. 

"Wait, d-do you ha-ave.... protect-" He shut me up with another finger. I moaned out as his mouth finally made its way to my thighs. 

He kissed that part of my inner thigh that made me wet. "Protection? No." He asked as he steadily fingered me, "Why? Do you want protection?" 

I shook my head, "If I get pregnant, we have nine months to save the world." He laughed. "You are fucked out."

He added a third finger, and his tongue made contact with my clit.

I gripped his hair as my legs wrapped around his shoulder. 

"Mm~" He moaned while eating me out. It triggered vibrations on my clit. I let out an airy sound. An incomplete word. "Fu~" 

He sucked harder as his rhythm quickened. My eyes closed as I relaxed. My eyes rolled behind my lids.

"That feels good?" I nodded as I scrunched my nose in pleasure. "Yeah. Cum for me, baby, hm? Cum all over my fingers." 

I sighed as my pussy fluttered over his fingers. I felt my knot untie as I came uncontrollably. "Oh~ K-keep going~" He didn't stop moving his fingers in me. My grip on the sheets got stronger as he fucked my hole well with his fingers. 

He pulled out as he stared at my gaping hole. "Yeah, you feel good?" I nodded. He pulled down his pants as he climbed on me. "Catch your breath, I'm not done." 

He watched me breathe. He stared at the hickeys he left on my neck. I cupped his face and gave him pleading eyes. 

I looked down to see his hardened monster cock. It was pale, long, thick, curved up, and the tip was a bright pink. The veins bulged from his hairless balls. I could visually see it pulsating.

I closed my eyes and whispered, "And he's big." 

His cute smile contrasted with his rock-hard body. He smiled, "What you say?" 

He peppered my face in kisses and said, "You thinking out loud, baby?" I nodded, "The group chat won't believe this shit." 

His infectious laugh made me giggle. He asked, "You ready?" I nodded as he pushed himself into me.

His hands slid to my palms as he enveloped his hands into my open palms. My body rocked with his as he pulled out again and thrust. 

"Yes," I whispered under my breath. Chan kissed my lips as he thrust into me again at a slow pace. The eye contact was intense as he watched my face.

I again wrapped my legs around him so he went deeper. As I felt him hit my G-spot, my pussy twitched around him.

"Fuck! That feels so good, baby!" Chan was loud in the bedroom. I moaned when he picked up his speed. 

He dug his head into my neck as he fucked me fast and deep. "SHit! Shit! Shit! I'm cumming Y/N. Where do you want me?" His voice sounded so desperate in my neck. 

"In me." 

He fucked me harder, earning him a louder moan as I came with him. 

I felt the pool of cum overflowing out. It dripped down my pussy as Chan pulled out.

I bit my lip, feeling the sudden cold rush of his absence. 

He cuddled me close, "Don't be embarrassed tomorrow." I turned around to him, "What? why-?" He kissed me into silence. 

He pulled me into his chest, and I sat there confused. 

"Mm." 

Han shouted, "Chan rock your world or what?" Everyone turned to Han, annoyed.  Changbin was embarrassed, "We agreed we wouldn't mention it!" 

Han shrugged as he drank his caprison. 

Hyunjin said, "We heard your cute little moans last night." I said nervously, "Don't call them cute."

Chan's arms wrapped around me, "Yeah, I should probably mention. Y/N's mine."

And he's possessive!!!!

[chilledstrawberrysoda]

I think one of the most heartbreaking scenes in the kings men and possibly all of all for the game is when Neil and Kevin are arguing in the locker room after the win against UT because Neil was talking shit about the Ravens and Riko. I think it's the only time before Jackson and Romero come for him after the Belmont game that the weight of what Neil knows is going to happen to him and the heartbreak he is experiencing in slow motion comes to the surface and is outwardly visible and even then the only person that picked up on it was Andrew and it didn't help because there was nothing anyone could do.

Kevin is angry about Neil antagonizing Riko publicly because he knows there will be backlash and he is rightfully afraid but this is the first time since Kevin found out who Neil is that he realizes Neil is afraid too. He appears fearless to Kevin so Kevin assumes it's hubris that makes Neil willing to stand his ground over and over again but it's not.

Neil had accepted his fate at that point, and instead of turning tail and getting himself the hell out of there, his only motivation is that if he can't have this at least Kevin will survive it.

At least Kevin gets to live on and play exy and be the best player.

When they talk about it again after Baltimore in the cabin Kevin asks him outright "how do you do it?" He asks "why aren't you afraid?" But Neil admits he IS afraid but he thinks willfully giving up the best thing that has ever happened to him (i.e. exy, the foxes, Andrew) would be worse than death.

There's a popular quote by choreographer Martha Graham that goes like this

A dancer dies twice — once when they stop dancing, and this first death is the more painful

This sentiment is echoed by Neil in the kings men but also implied throughout the series. Giving up the things and the people he loves would be more painful than his actual death. That's why he drops his duffle and phone when he is taken as a signal to Andrew and Kevin. He needs them to know; he did not run, he did not give up, he did not leave them willingly. He accepted death to protect them but his last act before he let go of Neil Josten was to let them know in the only way he could that he would have held on forever if he were given the chance.

Neil's action throughout the books start to shift Kevin's mindset. Neil tells Kevin he stayed for him. Before Neil and Andrew's not nothing ever began, Neil stayed because he believed in Kevin and he wants so badly for Kevin to try. Because before Neil literally came back from the dead after Baltimore, the only thing he could hope was that after the dust settles Kevin would be on top. The first time Kevin gets any hint at that is in that locker room in Texas. I would love to read this scene from Kevin's perspective. As soon as he realizes how desperate Neil is, he stops fighting him. I think it might be the first time Kevin sees Neil as the scared kid he is and not just the partner that is willing to put himself in the line of fire for others.

I feel like that scene is always read as just Neil being kinda mean and calling Kevin a coward again but it's so complex and I wish it went on for longer. It's one of the few insights we get into Neil's crumbling psyche as his demise approaches and one of the few times he is fully honest with anyone before Baltimore and it's just so important to how his character is viewed for the remainder of the novel.

[hrts4nagi]

...! bandaids and piggyback rides

►pairing :: yukimiya kenyu x short! reader (fem implied)

► synopsis: yukimiya kindly offers you a piggyback ride

► wc :: 907

► other :: we love gentlemen yukki!

slightly proof read

a/n :: im terrible at coming up with synopsis and titles </3

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the two of you pant, having to place your hands on your knees to catch your breath. the bus became smaller and smaller as it continued its route throughout the city.

you and yukimiya let out a long, heavy sigh.

“well, unfortunately for us, that was the bus” yukimiya exhaled, letting his shoulders fall. he thinks he hasn’t ran that fast since the U-20 match. even he’s surprised you managed to keep up with him all the way to the bus stop. 

kicking off your non-broken in doc martens in annoynace. definitely not the smartest shoe choice for a long day of walking. 12,542 steps was the last number you remember checking the pedometer on your phone. and that was well over two hours ago. who knows how much pain you’ve put your poor feet to. “my feet are killing me!” you complained about throwing the pair of shoes towards the innocent bush. “yikes i think i have a blister or two.” you tenderly rub over your heel, “maybe even three.”

“hey! the bush has feelings too you know.” yukimiya mutters as he gathers your shoes, not before giving a small apology to the greenery. you let a small chuckle out from his actions. 

you examined your skirt quickly, noticing how your fly had gone down. “oh let me fix my zipper real quick.” you tugged on the zipper as it wouldn’t budge. putting in too much force, it snapped in half. “great! i just needed another wardrobe malfunction to complete this day.” you complained folding over in despair.

“hey! you’re wearing a skirt don’t bend down like that.” he scolds, ushering over to cover you. “wait, don’t move.” yukimiya shakes off his denim jacket as he gently wraps the jacket around waist, making sure he doesn't make any touchy approaches. yukki would never want to make you uncomfortable after all. 

your breath hitched as he came closer to your body. one inch closer and your face would’ve been buried into his neck. “i should just piggy back you home,” he suggests.

you give him a slight smile in compliance. 

yukimiya bends down to your height as you climb onto his back. you let out a slight yelp when he eases you up to full height. in a panic, you wrap your arms around yukki’s neck to balance yourself. he sure hopes you don’t catch the faint pink of his ears.

“wow, so this is what the world looks like at 6 feet,” he chuckles at your response. absentmindedly, you rest your head against yukimiya’s shoulder, glancing up at the night sky. the inviting breeze blows against your face, eliciting a soft sigh. 

yukimiya comes to a halt. “why are we stopping?” carefully, he eases you onto the bench in front of the family mart. “stay here, i have to buy something real quick.” you nod in response as yukimiya disappears into the convenience store. 

minutes felt like hours as you attempted to turn on your phone before the dead battery sign showed up taunting you. you grumble at your phone and place it back down on the bench. trying to preoccupy yourself, your eyes wander to the trinket shop across the street. you giggle to yourself as your eyes land on a tarsier keychain near the storefront window. ‘he really does look like one.”

the bell rings and you whip your head to be met with yukimiya holding a box of bandaids and two ice cream bars. he unwraps the strawberry popsicle before handing it to you. you blush at the gesture, thinking how he made the effort to remember your favorite flavor.

“thanks yukki! you’re the best,” you exclaim. “you even got my favorite too!”

“yeah yeah, now let me see your feet,” carefully, yukimiya examines the damage before gently placing a blue band aid on both of your heels.

“soccer bandaids really?” you bite your lip stifling a laugh. “how ironic.”

he throws you a slight glare. “these were the only bandaids they had left, i swear.” rubbing his neck in embarrassment. 

“i’m joking!” you lightly shove his shoulder. “besides, i’ll just think of you whenever i see them." 

now, it was yukimiya’s turn to blush at your remark. he turned away trying to compose himself by adjusting his glasses and clearing his throat. 

“have you ever had a list of backup plans if this whole soccer thing doesn’t work out? maybe you can become a doctor as a backup!” you joke.

he ruffles the top of your head in slight annoyance and half playfully. “nope, not a chance!” 

“okay, hop back on let’s get you home,” you grumble before complying. 

the warmth emitting from yukimiya was enough to lull you to sleep. the added cool breeze was a nice bonus. you sigh contently falling asleep on his back of all places.

yukimiya is glad that he's an athlete. if he wasn't, he thinks he would be as good as gone. who else would have the stamina and strength to walk well over 20 minutes? with a person on their back for that matter.

“okay, here’s your stop, miss!” yukimiya is met with silence. “y/n?” all yukimiya could hear was the soft snores coming from your mouth. he sighs before raising his hand to adjust the hair falling in front of your face, a fond smiling growing as he watches your peaceful, dream-like expression.

“what am i going to do with you?”

[xxsinisterbunniexx]

Midnight Visitor - Jeff the Killer x Female reader NSFW

Warnings: dubcon

Tags: yandere! Jeff, stalking, obsessive behavior, branding? (Idk it isn’t the traditional method), fingering, oral sex, penetrative sex, edging, creampie, degradation & praise, knives & shit, mind break

Words: 6.7k

Summary: A fateful encounter on Halloween night one year ago has left Jeff obsessed with you. You've just started college and live alone. Murders surge in the area and you accidentally leave your window open. The circumstances are perfect for Jeff to come and visit you, but this time he's not leaving without you.

As always:

.°˖✧ all canon will be flexible to make way for sexy .°˖✧

This was actually my first ever creepypasta fic I posted on AO3 (almost a year ago now) and I still think I peaked with it

Your footsteps pattered down the sidewalk, all the way up to the entrance of your simple yet classic apartment building.

You entered the building, the warm lobby offering you refuge from the slightly chilly air outside. You walked to the mailboxes and checked for anything before heading up the stairs to the third floor.

You passed by different ornate doors as you walked down the carpeted hallway, making it all the way to yours.

I really need to decorate more.

You’d only moved in a little over a month ago but you felt that your decor was quite lacking in comparison to those who had lived there longer.

You stuck your key into the door just as the door across the hall swung open.

You turned and saw your elderly neighbor, Mrs. Mills, exiting her apartment.

Oh god, she always wants to chit chat.

As much as you found the old woman to be darling, you just weren’t always in the mood to get trapped into chatting with her for 30 minutes while you two stood in the hallway.

“Oh, hello sweetheart! Did you just get off the school bus?”

“Hi Mrs. Mills. Haha… nope, I’m in college remember?” This was probably the 40th time you’ve told her that and you’ve only lived here a month.

“Oh that’s right! I always forget that.” She chucked a little, warmly. “You do live alone after all.” She paused a bit. “Well I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got to meet some of my girl friends for book club and I’m running a little late. Take care dear.”

Oh thank god!

“No worries. You take care too!” You called down the hall.

You turned the key and opened the door, a dark but inviting apartment awaiting you.

You set your backpack down and switched on the TV. You found comfort in having noise while you were making something for dinner. The news was on.

Before you opted to change the channel, you heard something that intrigued you.

“The victim count now reaches 57 for the Smiley Face Killer, the serial killer that has been active for the last 5 years.” The news reports voice rang through the room.

“Another victim?” You sighed.

That crazed killer had been on the loose for years. No one had even come close to catching him. Only one person had ever seen his face and gotten away, and even then it wasn’t long before the guy came back to finish the job. There were no known survivors of an encounter with him.

Good for nothing cops.

You started walking towards the kitchen area.

“The newest victim has been identified as Tyler Rhode, a 19 year old college student.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. A chill ran down your spine and penetrated deep into your chest. The news reporter continued, but the voice faded out for you.

You knew him. In fact, you had just met the guy. You talked to him for a while at a party just the other night. Now he was dead.

The anxiety pitted in your stomach. This was getting too close to home. Your breathing got heavier as your heart started racing.

You started to pace back and forth, the anxious feeling starting to consume you. It started to feel like no matter how much you panted you couldn’t get enough air.

Calm down. Calm. Down.

You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

I need air.

You walked to the window and opened it, letting the crisp September air hit your face.

You kept taking deep breaths, trying to not let the fear take over. You started trying to rationalize.

There was no imminent danger. This serial killer had been on the loose for years. The probability of you even encountering a serial killer is low to begin with. You were safe. Everything is fine.

But still… this time it was someone you knew. That meant that the guy was in the area recently. The idea was bone chilling.

Moments like these made living alone suck. You were grateful your parents helped you secure this apartment so you could focus on your studies, but you hadn’t gotten used to living alone.

That feeling of being up at 3 am and hearing something scary could no longer be satiated by knowing your parents were down the hall. This was a feeling you had all the time now.

You decided to distract yourself by making dinner. Despite the intensity of your worries, after a while, you completely forgot about them. You were able to settle back into a comfortable state.

You went about your evening like normal, eating dinner and making some time to study before heading to bed. It was a weeknight after all.

The dark quiet of the apartment you resided in alone was comforting, rather than aiding any fear. You drifted to sleep easily, much like your worries had drifted away earlier.

—

Your slumber wasn’t as peaceful as your descent into it. It was filled with nightmares where you were being chased, hunted by a maniac serial killer.

You abruptly awoke in a cold sweat, your heart racing. You slowed down your breathing, realizing it was all a dream.

A strong gust of wind that came through your open bedroom door caused you to gasp in surprise and shiver a bit. It was then that you realized your bedroom was freezing.

Confusion struck until another strong gust of wind whistled through your apartment.

The window!!!

You got out of bed and walked to your living room. The window was still wide open as your curtains flowed through the wind.

You shut the window, then turned back to go back to bed.

You paused, then turned back to the window, locking it on both sides.

Now feeling satisfied, you turned to walk back to bed. You only made it through the doorway to your bedroom when suddenly you couldn’t move.

Fear washed over you as you were pulled into a tight hold by an unknown assailant. One of his arms was across your chest, fully restricting your arms. The other was over your mouth. You felt the warm heat of another body pressed against your back.

“Caught you~” Your unknown assailant whispered in your ear. His voice was low and a little raspy.

A muffled whimper escaped your throat as your whole body started to tremble. You couldn’t even try to get out of his grasp, you were frozen in fear.

“Ohhh. Shhhh. Shhhh. Don’t cry.”

The words spoken by him were not comforting. The voice was unfamiliar and eerie.

“I’ve been waiting to see you for so long… waiting for you to be ready for me.” His grip remained tight but his touch was gentle. “You gave me such a perfect opportunity tonight.”

Judging by the way he was holding you and what you could tell by him pressed up against you, he was much stronger than you. Struggling wasn’t going to do you any good.

Running wouldn’t be a good option either, he would likely catch you before you made it out of the front door.

The window wasn’t a good play either, you lived on the third floor. A jump from that height would seriously injure you or possibly even kill you.

Your best bet would be to try to scream for help, but he was covering your mouth so tightly.

“I’m excited to see you too, but you have to behave okay? No screaming.” He slowly removed his hand from your mouth.

Seeing this as your golden opportunity, you tried to scream, but were cut off after a fraction of a second. Your body was slammed into the wall, your wrists held down with one of his hands while the other covered your mouth again.

“Why would you do that?” He looked at you with wild eyes. “I just told you not to.”

It was then that you were able to get a good glimpse of him. He was slim, looked to be around your age, and was ghostly pale. He had long black hair that was messily layered. He wore a white hoodie that had been stained with what looked to be blood, and black ripped skinny jeans.

The most distinctive feature on him were the cuts on his face. Two large gashes on either side of his mouth that curved upward, making an artificial smile.

He’s… the Smiley Face Killer!

You looked back at him with wide, fearful eyes that expressed your regret. You immediately wished you hadn’t tried to scream. You were dealing with a deranged serial killer. He probably wouldn’t hesitate to kill you at any moment if you so much as breathed the wrong way.

His anger turned to a smile though. “Ah… those eyes...” He looked elated. “You’re sorry aren’t you?”

You nodded quickly.

“It’s not good to say sorry. You really shouldn’t have done that in the first place.”

He moved closer to your face, his smile growing even wider.

“I’ll forgive you though… because I know deep down you’re a good girl.”

“So I’ll take my hand away, and you’re not going to make a sound.” He said it as a command and not as a question.

He slowly removed his hand, and you let out a shaky exhale, finally feeling like you could breathe.

“See, that’s my perfect girl.” He sounded pleased with you.

Not a second passed before he gripped your chin lightly, lifting your face up to bring your lips to his.

It was a soft, tender kiss. Certainly not the type you were expecting. Or rather, a kiss was not what you were expecting at all.

The kiss slowly heated up, growing in intensity the same way your confusion with the situation grew. It wasn’t long until it started to overwhelm you, the fervor of his kiss, the warmth of his body pressed against you, the surprisingly pleasant scent he gave off. Your head felt like it was spinning, like a whirlpool was twirling around inside your brain.

You didn’t even notice that he had taken his hand off your wrists, and that your hands came to rest on his shoulders.

His now unoccupied hand slid down your body and to your waist before sliding around to rest on your lower back, pressing you to him.

You let out a gasp into the kiss and he finally relented on you, pulling only inches away to let out a low chuckle.

You were finally able to catch your breath and were now left panting. Your lips were red and slightly swollen from the kiss.

He pulled away to gaze at your entire face, his eyes meeting yours with nothing but adoration. “I love you.” He said softly.

Those words made your stomach sink like you had just tied an anchor to it and threw it overboard.

“W-What….?” Your voice was just above a whisper.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He held the side of your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

Why was he talking as if he knew you? Why hadn’t he just gone ahead and killed you yet? It just didn’t make sense.

“Missed…? I… I don’t think we’ve met before.”

He leaned in close, “It’s kind of cute when you play dumb, you know?” He whispered in your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

He captured your lips for a kiss once more, reaching the same intensity of the first one. The heat of the kiss started to go to your head, making you almost dizzy.

When he finally relinquished your lips, you spoke between pants, “Seriously, um… I think you have the wrong girl. I don’t think I’m who you think I am.”

“You’re exactly the girl I think you are. I don’t make mistakes, love.”

Clearly the man was delusional, something you already knew. Such a world changing revelation you had made: insane serial killer is insane.

“But I…” you trailed off.

Don’t remember anything…

“Are you trying to act like you don’t know who your heart belongs to?” He asked in a teasing tone.

You were speechless. Just what were you supposed to say in this situation? The confusion flashed over your face.

“Ah, then I’ll just have to remind you who you belong to.”

He lifted a hand to the back of your head, lacing his fingers through your hair before gently pulling your head back, exposing your entire neck to him.

Your breathing became shakier and your heart raced dangerously.

You shivered, feeling his breath over your skin. His lips were so close to touching the sensitive skin of your neck.

His breathing became shakier too, but with excitement rather than fear. “You have such a perfect little neck. So easily accessible right now.”

You looked at his eyes which were focused on the soft skin of your exposed neck. They looked crazed and hungry.

It was then that you realized you recognized him.

—

Around One Year Ago, Halloween Night

Loud music blared through the house. The house was full of people, all dressed in various costumes.

Fake blood was everywhere, there were fake cobwebs lining the walls and fog wisped around people’s ankles.

You had come dressed as a nurse that night, a basic option but one that allowed you to make jokes about giving people “shots” at the party. The joke only grew in frequency the more intoxicated you got.

You were having a great time. The alcohol had taken over your system, a warm heat filled your cheeks and the room felt a little fuzzier as you giggled with your friends.

It was the last Halloween you would have before starting college, the last Halloween that all of your friends would be together.

You were happy the party still happened. You were worried it would be canceled because of all the panic surrounding the Smiley Face Killer. He had already been active for a few years but there had been a few connected incidents around the area and people were going into a literal mass panic over it.

There was no known pictures of him, and the only person who ever escaped him described him as having two big gashes on either side of his mouth, making a gruesome smile.

But that was the least of your concerns right now. Right now, you were with all of your friends, having the best time, on your favorite holiday.

“Hey, I gotta pee. I’ll be right back.” You said to your friends.

“Are you sure? People in horror movies always say that right before they die~!” One of your friends said.

“Ohhhh. I’ll be alright.” You slurred before walking to find the nearest bathroom.

Finding that the two bathrooms on the first floor were occupied, you stumbled your way upstairs, finally finding an empty one.

You took care of your business and then washed your hands. You looked in the mirror and giggled, trying to overcome your drunk stupor by sheer willpower and failing miserably.

You exited the bathroom and staggered down the hall, making your way to the stairs.

Suddenly, you were pulled into one of the empty bedrooms and pressed against the wall.

The light was off, and the glow from the moon illuminated the room softly.

A boy with an artificial smile on his face had just attempted to make his move on you. That makeup definitely obscured his face a bit but he was totally your type.

You looked up at him and giggled. “Ohhhhh. I get it. You’re supposed to be the smiley face killer.”

“That’s not my name.” He spoke in a gruff voice.

“And I’mmmm not a nurse. But I can still give you a shot~!” You laughed way harder than you should have.

He looked at you bewildered, a curiosity in his eyes.

“Okayyy, I know it wasn’t very funny. Why don’t you tell me your name since you seem to want to talk to me~?” You used a flirtatious tone of voice, the alcohol negating your ability to reason.

“…It’s Jeff.”

“Well, Jeff, I’m not sure if you know but you really shouldn’t pull girls into a room like this. People will get the wrong idea about your intentions.”

Again, he looked at you with such confusion. His eyes flickered over your face, like he was trying to analyze you.

“What do you think I want to do with you…?” He asked, furtively pulling a knife out of his pocket.

“Mmm… probably something like… this?” You pulled him in for a kiss.

It only lasted a few seconds, and when you pulled away he was once again stunned.

He sought to make use of the knife he had pulled, pushing you up against the wall. He laced his fingers through your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck as he held it against your throat. He was so close to you, you could feel his breath on your neck.

“I was thinking something more like this.”

You giggled. “Ooo~ you’re scary!”

Your lack of terror only angered him, and just as he was debating whether to slit your throat right here or take his time stabbing you the whole party went silent. The music downstairs had been shut off and only the sounds of people shuffling around could be heard.

With how quiet it was he wouldn’t be able to kill you undetected.

“COPS!!!” A voice yelled from downstairs. Well that explained where the music went.

“Uh oh… I think I gotta go.” You said, and tried moving to the door.

“Wait.” He grabbed your wrist.

You turned to him and smiled, “Listen you’re sexy and all, but I gotta find my friends. Sooooo…. See you later okay?” You giggled.

You didn’t wait for a response and drunkenly wandered out of the room, abandoning him.

He had only ever let one person get away from him, and that person he finished off once he found them again. No one ever saw his face and got to live.

Until now.

—

The memories of that night started flooding in, all at once, like a tsunami. It overwhelmed your senses, dulling everything around you and stealing the air from your lungs like you were drowning.

You had kissed him. It was in your severe intoxication but still. This guy was crazy! He probably thought you were in love with him or something.

Then the crushing weight of realization hit you. That night was almost a year ago. Had he been stalking you since then?! Hiding in the shadows while you were ignorantly going about your day?

He had tried to kill you that night. An awful sinking feeling in your stomach began when you came to the conclusion that that didn't seem like what he was here to do tonight.

“You… that night…” you started to say, your voice shaky.

“Hmm? What was that sweetheart?” He looked up at you, still dangerously close to your neck.

“The Halloween party.” You spoke more clearly this time.

“Oh, so you do remember… I love it when you’re honest.” He inched closer to your neck.

“Wait…!” You urged him. “You… you’re the Smiley face killer aren’t you?!” You attempted to push him away a bit but you were immediately captured in the same hold as before, with both your wrists bound by one of his hands above your head.

His expression now looked bored and a bit displeased. “Oh… that. I’m not too fond of that stupid name the media came up with.”

So he’s not denying it…!

You tried to keep your voice from wavering, hating the way it still came out a bit shaky. “Then… You killed that guy… The one on the news… I knew him. Why did you do that?”

“You’re not upset about that are you? You really shouldn’t be.” He sounded indifferent.

“Of course I’m upset…! You killed someone! You’re a murderer!”

He had that crazed look in his eye again as he brought his hand up to stroke your face. “Darling, you have no idea what he was planning on doing with you. I did you a favor. I protected you.”

“You’re crazy…!” Was all you could say in response.

“The only thing I’m crazy for is you.” He immediately replied. “If it wasn’t for me you’d have been left for dead after him and all of his buddies had their way with you.”

Hurt and confusion washed over your features. You were silent for a moment. It was like the air was stolen from you, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s not for you to worry about, sweetheart. You just need to let me take care of everything.” His voice was now sweet and soft.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Why am I getting excited over this…?

This entire interaction was giving you whiplash. Your chest tightened thinking about what he had just said.

Was it true? Did that guy really plan to do those things to you? Or was this guy really just crazier than you initially thought?

Why would he even help you anyways? Was he really… in love with you?

“I don’t know what to think right now…�� you finally said.

“Then don’t think.”

When he pressed his lips to your neck a mind numbing heat washed over you. You were suddenly aware of how warm your whole body was, how warm his body was, and just how much your bodies were in contact.

He trailed slow kisses down your neck, and you shivered at the feeling, reflexively pressing your body into his. You felt electric waves shooting down to your core.

He started to suck the skin, marking it as his own. You let out a shaky exhale that was just bordering on a moan and you could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle.

Your thighs pressed together, trying to relieve some of the aching tension you felt growing there by the second.

He sucked harder, making a dark purple mark on your skin before pulling back to admire his work.

He wasn’t only proud of the hickey, but proud of your flushed panting expression that was a result of his touch.

“You love this, don’t you?” He cocked his head at you.

His gaze flitted down to where you pressed your thighs together and then back up to meet your eyes, looking at you like he knew something you didn’t want him to know. There was an all knowing smirk on his face.

“Wait-”

“I’m not done with you yet.” His voice was now dark.

He moved back to your neck to add a few more marks, his thigh was now wedged in between your legs. You were feeling weak in the knees, practically using his leg to support yourself. The friction was driving you crazy. His hands started to explore your skin, pushing up under your shirt and around your waist.

His hand trailed up to your chest under your shirt. You were easily accessible given that you weren’t wearing a bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple and you bit your lip hard to trap the small moan that threatened to escape from your lips.

It was too much, you needed to get him out of here before something happened that you couldn’t justify.

“You… need to go.” You said between pants.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that sweetheart. I love you way too much to leave you like this…” He pulled you off the wall and pushed you down onto the bed.

His body loomed over yours as he looked down to meet your eyes. “I know your underwear is a mess right now.” He said with overwhelming cockiness.

Your face colored. He had hit a bullseye and it was clear from his expression that he knew it too.

“That’s not…!” You said, stunned by his bluntness.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Just relax, I’ll take care of you.” He held down both of your wrists, and his thigh was pushing into you in such an agonizingly soft manner.

He pushed your shirt up just past your breasts. Your nipples hardened against the cold air as his eyes wafted over you hungrily.

He brought his free hand to your chest, running his thumb over your nipple before pressing down hard. You winced at the sudden pain, only to have pleasure wash over you the split second after when he started sucking on your other one.

The pressure of his thigh between your legs wasn’t enough, you started to feel like you needed more. But that was crazy. You couldn’t do this. It was taking everything in you not to press yourself more firmly against his leg.

Yeah go on and fuck the serial killer why don’t you?!

He redirected his hands to your waistband and started to pull your sleep shorts down. In one quick motion they were off of you and tossed to the side. He pushed your thighs apart a little, while you tried your hardest to clench them together.

“Why are you fighting this darling? I can see how badly you need this.”

Your face heated up just knowing he was likely seeing your arousal soak through your panties. How could you be getting this wet from him?

“Don’t touch me…” your voice came out weak, sounding like you really wanted the opposite.

He ignored your words and started pulling down your panties, and you were so wet that your arousal clung to the garment, stretching out into a thin line until it snapped. He looked elated by this.

“Maybe you don’t understand it yourself. I’ll show you.” He slid a finger down your core, letting your wetness coat his finger.

He held up his fingers, pinching the substance between them. Your arousal glistened in the moonlight.

“See? You want this so badly your little cunt is just begging for it.” He taunted you.

“That’s not true...!” You said, sounding as if you were trying to convince yourself.

He moved down closer to you, his mouth coming dangerously close to your core.

“Want to let me taste you?”

You moved to speak but were instantly cut off, as he spread your thighs apart and pinned them to the bed. His eyes were piercing straight through you, like he could see everything. Like he knew everything.

“Let me be clear. I’m not asking for permission. I’m giving you a chance to let me do it.”

You fell into silence under the weight of his gaze. Your sex was throbbing, a strong rhythm that seemed to be a time bomb counting down to the moment you lost your sanity.

He brought his mouth closer and closer to you, until he could feel the heat emanating from your core.

“Oh would you look at that?” His tone was now vituperative, like he wasn’t in the mood to play games anymore.

“It’s twitching. Stop trying to pretend you’re not my fucking slut.” One of his hands now moved to the bottom of your stomach, where his thumb just almost reached your clit. The other gripped your hip tightly.

You let out a humiliating squeak, but could only feel embarrassed for a few moments before your head went blank. His tongue started tracing your clit, slow and soft.

Your breath hitched before you let out an uninhibited moan. Your hands clung to the sheets as you lifted off the bed, wondering how that was happening until you realized you were arching your back so hard.

He started applying more pressure with his tongue, his movements got faster.

Your orgasm built ferociously, at a speed you didn’t even know was possible. Before you could even process that, you came, your orgasm ripping through you violently and sending pleasure throughout your entire body. Your legs fell open fully, like you were begging him for more.

You could feel him chuckle a bit, audacious as he was, but you couldn’t think enough to even care.

I’ve never came so hard in my life…!

He placed slow deliberate kisses to your clit, waiting for you to come down before he could startup again. The soft heat of his mouth brushing over your clit was euphoria.

As your body relaxed, you started to feel the weight of what had just taken place. You just came from the manipulations of a serial killer. Not only that, but it was the best orgasm you’d ever had.

You didn’t like this. No, you didn’t like this. You hadn’t just spread your legs wide open trying to feel his touch. You hadn’t bucked your hips fervently.

Except you did.

Noticing your breathing fall to a more regular pace, he resumed his activities. He sucked your clit a little harshly, seeming as if it was to grab your attention. Which it did, completely enrapturing your thoughts. The logical line of thinking fled your mind as your focus shifted to the sensation between your legs.

Your shame was forgotten. The only thing on your mind now was how good his tongue felt dragging over your clit over and over.

It wasn’t long before another orgasm started building up for you. Your moans started to fill the room alongside the wet noises. He picked up the intensity accordingly.

You were so close it was almost painful, your body started to tense as you approached the edge of the precipice. But then he toned it down a bit, keeping the same pace but his movements were softer.

He knew you were close so why? He was just barely brushing your clit now, teasing you. Taunting you, really.

You stayed in that state, so close you could cry. There were tears welling in the corners of your eyes. You tried to move your hips but he had you pinned down.

You couldn’t believe it. He was actually trying to edge you! He wanted you to beg!

You bit your lip so hard it almost bled, sucking in a breath. It was unbearable, you needed release more than anything else in this world at the moment.

“P-Please…” your voice broke as you said it.

He only chuckled against you, barely increasing his efforts.

“Please… please, fuck, I… I need it.” You struggled to choke out, feeling miserably pathetic.

But that misery soon resulted in immediate satisfaction. He ramped up the pace, not even giving you enough time to think of anything but coming.

You rode out your orgasm for much longer than usual, he didn’t stop even when you came, dragging out the waves of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back and you latched your hands over his, which were gripping your hips.

Once you had finished he stood up and wiped his mouth, looking cockier than ever. It was clear to both of you that he’d already won, there wasn’t a point in you denying him anymore.

He was on top of you again, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulled back, a manic smile on his face. “I’m taking you home with me today.”

The air went cold around you.

No… fuck! This is what you get for fucking around!

“No… I can’t.” Your voice was small, reflecting how feeble you felt under him.

It was like he didn’t even hear you. He started muttering to himself, “but the guys back at the mansion might…” his eyes narrowed.

Then his face looked pleased, like he had just thought of something to solve whatever issue he had.

Whatever it was it clearly wasn’t to solve his mental issues. You had a bad feeling about this.

He clamped a hand over your mouth so hard you thought your jaw would break. you whimpered under his hand when he slowly pulled out a knife.

“Now be a good girl and shut the fuck up while I do this.”

He brought the knife down to your hips, the fleshy part right above where your bone was. The sharp tip pressed against your skin eliciting another muffled whimper from you.

His eyes shot up to meet yours, dark, commanding you to be quiet before he even had to say the words.

The knife sliced into your skin. You screamed, stifled by his hand at the piercing pain caused by his blade. He cut deeper as your crimson blood started to seep out. He wanted to be sure there would be a scar.

A sadistic smile, visually aided by his scars crossed his face at your screams, combined with the captivating imagery in front of him. The pain became dull and aching as he finished. He had carved a J into your hip, a forever reminder that you were his property.

He let go of your mouth and licked the blood off his fingers.

“Why…?” Was all your tiny voice could manage.

He was suddenly inches from your face. “Did it hurt?” He seemed fascinated to know the answer.

You only scowled at him, tears still brimming your eyes. You felt betrayed by him… but why? Why did you expect any different?

“I’ll make the pain go away.” His raspy voice was in your ear.

He started kissing and sucking on your neck again, and the tension you held in your body began to wash away. A sigh escaped your lips.

One hand gripped your face to keep your head turned to the side while the other traveled down your stomach. Maybe it was the blood loss or maybe it was the way he was kissing your neck, but you felt like you were melting under him.

His fingers brushed over your clit before sinking into your dripping wet cunt. First one, then after a few moments he added a second.

It wasn’t long before your sounds filled the room again. His fingers were deep in you, rutting in and out as his palm placed pressure on your clit.

He pulled away from your neck, still gripping your face so he could watch your reactions.

“Perfect, that face is perfect.” There was still a deranged smile on his face.

“Now open up.” He used his thumb to place pressure on your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open. He spit in your mouth, his cock twitching even harder when you swallowed it immediately.

“Are you already about to cum? You’re already squeezing me so much.”

You didn’t even want to resist anymore. The only thing you wanted was for him to keep ramming into that spot that was making your eyes roll back in your head over and over.

“I’ll let you do it, you know? I love watching you fall apart for me.”

“Come on, cum for me. Show me you’re mine.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You reached your peak, tightening around his fingers.

“Fuckkkkkkk. Good fucking girl. That’s my good fucking slut.”

He took your lips fervently once more, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue while you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

When he pulled away, you were still flushed and panting, your eyes still tinged with that wanton need.

“Oh, don’t make that face. Things will get messy if you do.”

“When… will you stop?”

“How can I stop when it’s clearly still not enough for you?”

He grabbed your legs and pulled you towards him, unbuckling his belt. His cock sprang free a moment later. You tried to repress your curiosity and not look, but you couldn’t will yourself to not follow the motion with your eyes.

Your eyes immediately shot back up and away. You’d read somewhere that serial killers were often impotent but he seemed to not fit that trend.

He grabbed your hand, guiding it over his length. You weren’t looking so you could only focus on the sensation of your hand running over the soft skin of his hardened cock.

You should be pulling away, running and screaming, really doing anything you can to get away from him, but you’re not. Once again, hesitation has struck and you wonder if this is really a bad thing.

I mean he’s already proven to be quite good in bed. He seems quite devoted to you. He’s only hurt you… a little bit. Is it really that wrong?

You were yanked out of your thoughts when he placed his hand at the bottom of your stomach, right at the little dip. “When I cum inside you, I’ll make sure you feel it, all the way in here.”

The time for contemplation was over. This was happening.

He pressed the tip against your entrance, your juices coating him. You sucked in a breath. He slowly pushed in and you felt yourself opening up.

He groaned when he got just past the head. As if that was all it took for him to lose control, he grabbed your hips and shoved himself all the way inside.

“Ugh…!” You winced at the sudden searing pain of him thrusting into you forcefully.

“Ah… Fuck… You’re really tight. Just relax sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good.”

“Fuck…!” You hissed. The pain wasn’t getting any better as he was unrelenting, slamming into you over and over.

His mouth was on yours again, drinking you in, devouring you. He didn’t stop, but the pain subsided into more of a dull ache alongside a new feeling of pleasure.

He released your mouth, allowing your hiccupping moans to fill the room. The tension in your stomach built faster than you were prepared for.

“Wait! I- I…!”

“You’re already cumming? God, you feel so good. I knew you were perfect.”

“Fuck… Fuck…!” You repeated.

“Cum for me again. Cum all over my cock like the slut you are.”

You tightened around him, squeezing his cock all the way to the base.

Even after you came he kept going, the feeling started to grow too intense, almost painful at this point.

“Too…much…!” You panted.

“I’m breaking you aren’t I? Your mind is about to go blank.” His voice was almost feral.

He placed a hand to your neck, caging your throat. He squeezed the sides, careful to not crush your windpipe.

Your moans only increased in volume, becoming breathier by the second.

“Your pussy feels good when I choke you, sweetheart?”

The only response you could give was wrapping your legs around him, urging him to keep going as your eyes rolled back and your back arched.

“Aww, that’s it. You’re mine now.” His thrusts were starting to become more erratic and less rhythmic, like he was getting close.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum inside you.” His voice cracked a little as he slammed into you a few more times, burying himself in you deeply as he came.

Your head felt like TV static. You had completely succumbed to the feeling of his hot cum coating your walls.

He pulled out of you and fixed himself, looking over your body as you still panted, trying to understand what the fuck happened.

“You want to come with me, sweetheart?”

You nodded.

“Then you’ll have to get dressed~”

—

“Are you ready?”

The news anchor flashed a bright smile, holding two thumbs up.

“Okay, live in 3…2…1…” the cameraman said.

The red “on air” sign lit up vibrantly. She turned to the camera.

“Our top story tonight, the disappearance of a 19 year old college student who seemingly vanished without a trace in the middle of the night.”

“Neighbors witnessed her entering her apartment that night, but no witnesses saw her leaving, nor does she appear on CCTV footage around the building.”

“Her parents have put together a search party for her in the wooded area near her apartment. They believe she may have wandered into the woods while sleepwalking during the night, as she used to do that in the last year she lived at home before her disappearance.”

“Police speculate this may be connected to the recent disappearance and murder of Tyler Rhode, who attended the same college. Is this case connected to the Smiley Face Killer and do we have hope of finding her alive? More at seven.”

Jeff turned off the TV. He looked over at the sleeping girl next to him in his bed. You breathed peacefully, chest rising and falling in a rhythmic manner.

Your wrists were resting on either side of your head, causing your shirt to lift up just enough to see just a sliver of your midriff.

He gently ran his thumb over the initial on your hip, now scabbed up. A slightly heavier exhale escaped you, and your lips slightly curled up in a smile.

~pls remember to distinguish fiction from reality

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome!!!

[paniniani]

“support him from under the desk!” : kiri x reader! nsfw

thanks for the suggestion <3 hope you enjoy! i loved the other options in the poll as well so stay tuned for more 👀

"DENKI HELP WHERE ARE YOU" kirishima screamed into his mic as his fortnite character, appropriately his own skin, attempted to sprint away from his attacker. you could feel his muscles tensing with stress from your position behind him on the couch, your head on his shoulder as you witnessed what could have been the worst teamwork you've ever seen.

"oops sorry man..." you heard echoing from his headphones, rolling your eyes at denki's avatar, who was now dancing on top of kirishima's dead body. "denki. bro. i know you can do better than this. we're not gonna stand a chance against sero and mina if we don't get our act together." giggling at how much he cared about this, you pulled him back against you, wrapping your arms around his stomach.

"aw come on kiri, don't be so hard on yourself! it's just a game!" you whispered into his ear, making sure to point his mic away so denki wouldn't make fun of him later. he leaned into your touch, sighing with contentment as the stress of the game faded away.

"yeah, i guess so. maybe the next game is gonna be the one!" always the optimist, he smiled back at you as the round began, re-adjusting his mic. he'd been playing for hours, wasn't it time for a little break? he was so focused on the tv that he hadn't even noticed how needy you were for him. teasing your fingers at the hem of his shirt, you traced your hands up and down his chest, taking your time over every hardened muscle of his abs.

still no reaction? you didn't realize he cared so much about this dumb game... taking it a step forward, you ghosted your pointer finger into the waistband of his sweatpants, toying with the elastic as you pressed a soft kiss to his neck. as much as he tried to remain focused on the game, his deep sigh and dip of his throat gave him away. you almost had him.

"kiri baby?" you whispered in between kisses, causing him to shiver. "yeah?" he choked out as you sucked extra hard on his neck. "gotta win this one y/n.. need denki to actually help me-" pressing your soft lips to his, you groaned into his mouth as you looked at him with needy eyes. "let me help you instead?" his stomach dropped with desire, he wanted nothing more than to bend you over on the couch and take you right there. "b-baby i gotta finish this game, i promise i'll take good care of you a-af-" pulling his sweats down, you slowly traced your hand down his bare thigh, causing him to barely close his mouth in time before a moan escaped.

"come on love.. you're distracting me with all this teasing.. can't take it anymore". a wicked grin on your face, you gently wrapped your hand around his pleading cock, stroking it up and down so lightly that he could barely feel it. "you can take it" you murmured into his ear, causing him to buck up into your hand, whining your name. looking up at the screen, you saw another duo approaching and slowed down your motions. "uh oh baby.. whatcha gonna do?" squeezing his eyes shut for a second, his hands moved across the controller rapid-fire, switching guns rapidly. as he killed the first person, you gripped his dick again, pumping up and down.

"a-AH... p-please y/n... can't focus.." taking pity on him, you pulled away, standing up and moving around while he took care of the next opponent. holding back giggles, you waited for him. as his enemies dissolved on the screen, he let out a sigh of relief, letting his legs spread wide open and head fall back with relief. seeing movement in the corner of his eye, he looked over to where you stood...now completely naked, and looking at him like you were going to devour him whole.

"ohmygod" he choked out, eyebrows drawn together in desire. "holyshitbabyi'mnotdoneyet", you slowly walked over to him, settling between his knees on the floor so that you wouldn't block his view, smirking at how much his cock was leaking all for you. "oh yeah? thought i'd give you a special reward for doing so good..." not even letting him get a word out in reply, you gripped his dick again, ripping a groan from his throat. taking your time with him, you slowly licked the tip, letting your tongue trace around every vein on his massive dick.

"mmhh... baby please don't stop" he whined as he shifted his hips back and forth, seeking out any friction he could get. your core pulsed at his need, feeling yourself get wet with slick at his sounds. you tried to wrap your lips around him, but he was so big that he filled up your entire throat, causing you to choke on him as you took him one excruciating inch at a time. "f-fuck... baby.... pleaseplease suck me like that.... look so fucking beautiful y/n..." keening from the praise, you moaned around his dick, watching him attempt to keep it together enough to at least finish the game. suctioning down on him, you pumped your hand faster and faster while you worked the other half with your mouth, tasting his addictive salty pre.

"y/n y/n y/n y/n gonna- i'm gonna- can't hold it in- please please baby been so good for you please let me-aaAH" he came with a gutteral groan, eyes rolling back and thighs shaking rapidly, encasing you between them. feeling his warm cum flow down your throat with ease, you slowly pulled yourself off him and looked at the sight in front of you. abs twitching, panting like he'd just run a marathon, he gazed at you like you were the most incredible thing in the world.

"holy shit." "yea-" he was cut off by a scream from his headset: "WHAT THE FUCK BRO OH MY GO-" ripping it off his head, he turned off the game at lightning speed. oops. guess he forgot to mute.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Oh! Could I please ask a pre-relationship fem reader comforting a crying sad Choso that feels he missed out on so much (they both have feelings for eachother and aren't sure that the other has).

You weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not when you first heard noises. The sounds was soft, yet some how urgent.

You sit up from your makeshift bed in the rumble of the city. Being on the run, you all had to make due with whatever you could find. You tried to make a joke about ‘urban camping’ when you found this spot, but no one seemed interested in jokes at the moment.

You noticed that Yuji was still asleep. The exhaustion of everything that had happened seemed to finally settle in and he was out cold. It was Choso who was missing.

Getting up, you head out the crumbled door frame to investigate the noise. You didn’t have to go far as you notice Choso was there. His shoulders shaking as he was obviously crying. “Choso?”

The half-curse immediately stopped. Sniffling once as he wiped his face with his sleeve. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I know.” Big day and all that tomorrow. Every day was a big day when your life was on the line.  But, “I heard you and wanted to see if you were ok.”

“I’m fine.” Even as he said that, Choso pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Looking painfully small for someone usually so tall and powerful.

“I think you’re just saying that. You can talk to me you know. I….” You want to say that you care about him but felt that that would put just more pressure on him. “I’m always here if you need me.”

Choso glanced at you and released his hold on his legs a little. “I miss my brothers.” He confessed. Which surprised you.

It didn’t surprise you that he missed them. Choso seemed to take his role as a ‘big brother’ very seriously. Even adopting Yuji despite his protests. It made sense that he was grieving and missed them. “They’ll never be able to see this.”

You look out over the rumble. “Oh yeah…such a waste…”

“No. You don’t get it. They’ll never be able to see what it was. What it will be. They’ll never be able to see the sky, or feel the grass. I spent so long locked away and now….” Choso scrubbed his face with his hands as he started to cry again. “Everything I’ve missed…..everything they’ll never get to see…”

You weren’t sure if it was the right thing to do or not, but you scoot closer to Choso and wrap your arms around him in a hug. “You haven’t missed everything. There is still a lot of the world to see. Places to go. Things to try. When this is over we can do it together. We can do it for them too.”

Choso sniffed and looked at you from your shoulder. “You would do that for them?”

“Of course.” You’re too shy to tell Choso that you were doing it for him, but it was a nice thought that it would be for his brothers. You couldn’t take them with you, but Choso could carry his brothers in his heart. And the two of you could go together and see the world for them.

He seemed to calm down a little and wrapped his arms back around you. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. There is still a very good chance we’ll all be dead by Sunday.”

“You can’t ever have anything nice, can you?”

You laugh at Choso’s remark and let him go. You then tell him to go get some rest and you would keep watch the rest of the night. You were up now anyway. He seemed to want to protest, or stay, but Choso eventually dusted himself off and went to get some sleep next to Yuji.

You spent the rest of the evening looking at the stars. Thinking of all the things you and Choso could do when this was all over. If you made it past Sunday.

[mistressobuckland]

Okay as a former marching band nerd I have to give my take on this:

Frodo: The clarinet. Clarinet players are quiet and emo and like to play mournful solos. Also they’re a little annoying, but you love them anyway. Very much a people pleaser, particularly to authority figures. Will call you out for talking while at attention, but will also cry if they find out people don’t like them for it. And most people like them anyway because they have a good heart even if there’s a stick up their ass and they’re constantly emo.

Samwise: Trombone. They’re sweet, dependable, and will often surprise you with a very bold beautiful solo then play it off like it was nothing. Always early to rehearsal and willing to lend you a pencil if you forgot yours. Often stays behind to teach the new members how to march or help them with their drill book. Everyone loves this guy.

💚Merry💚: Violin in orchestra, saxophone in marching band. Yes this is specific. Yes I will explain myself. Merry is the kind of guy where he shows up to band practice shades on and constantly plays the careless whisper theme to make people laugh, then suddenly RIPS a beautiful saxophone line but jokes around and gets in trouble for whispering with his stand partner. Then after like five years of knowing him you find out he’s actually a violin child prodigy- at Orchestra rehearsal he is DEAD SERIOUS, first chair, blindingly talented. But he’ll also play fiddle for his friends at the bar and prefers people know him for good times than high talent.

Pippin: shows up to band rehearsal in flip flops, 20 minutes late, and doesn’t know his dots or have his music memorized. Constantly receiving near death threats from the band director. Has had a baton thrown at him in pure rage. And yet, he tells the jokes you laugh hardest at and shows up to competition days with determination. Never lets you down when it really counts. Oh and he plays the tuba- sometimes the simplest or seemingly unimportant musical lines are the ones that keep everyone grounded and that’s the tuba and pippin for sure.

Boromir: TRUMPET PLAYER FOR SURE. Gives the braveheart speech before band competitions, constantly blowing out his chops, refusing to tune or blend with the ensemble in any way shape or form. Thinks he is the hottest shit to ever hold a musical instrument. He sets people’s teeth on edge and has the kind of confidence only a white man could in his tuning and playing ability. Holds his trumpet wrong just to be cool. Just when you think you hate him though he absolutely saves everyone’s ass in some way, musically or in the drill. You end up crying the hardest when he goes up to give his goodbye speech his senior year at the end of the marching season. Then you have to sit in front of him in concert band, he blows your ear drums out because he only knows Fortissimo dynamics and you hate him again.

Aragorn: The Mellophone/French Horn. Many of you will fight me on this but this one is ABSOLUTELY ESSENTIAL. He is the true leader of the high brass even though the trumpet wants to pretend it’s him. The mellophone has the most beautiful lines and their tone is ESSENTIAL to balancing out the tinny sound of the trumpet. They are the HEART of the melody line, even when they do not have the melody. Some mellophones know this about themselves and step up to be leaders when nobody expects it of them. Some mellophones are more shy and won’t directly lead, but end up steering the section in the right way all along until someone forces them to step up and take credit. I would argue book Aragorn is the first kind and movie Aragorn is the second. You could also argue snare drum I guess but idk I think Mellophone is more accurate. Also definitely becomes a drum major at some point.

Legolas: Flute player obviously. Light and delicate, everyone in marching band hates them because their instrument is so light to carry on the field. Their posture is always PERFECT because the angle of their instrument is way too obviously wrong if it’s not. Has beautiful lines that get drowned out in marching band unless they have a mic for a solo. LIVES FOR CONCERT BAND SEASON. And secretly loves a gossip.

Gimli: Bass five on the drum line. Carries the heaviest instrument (with his strong calves, as Legolas would say), and is always the MOST HYPE at football games and competitions. LOVES to celebrate with his band friends, win or lose, good or bad. He keeps the whole band marching in time and quietly corrects the snare drummer or drum major when they start speeding up, never assigning blame. Also no one has any idea how he pulled the really hot flute player, but they are disgustingly in love and the couple that openly gets to third base in the band locker room. 👀

Gandalf: The self sacrificing, over worked, underpaid, frazzled band director. This man sleeps in his office, his wife left him years ago and his daughter won’t speak to him because his entire life is this high school marching band. He gives passionate speeches about the power of music and how marching band builds character. He will absolutely tear the shit out of you for doing something wrong but will also show you how to fix your mistakes and offer kindness once the anger passes. He will sit with you and help you with math homework or console you when you cry in his office about a personal thing. He acts like the band gives him grey hair and ages him prematurely but really he loves every one of his students so much- he’d do anything to see you succeed. Also when he was young he also played saxophone and he was hot as fuck and everyone in the band marvels at how horribly he aged. They show pictures of him when he was young and hot to each other and go “what the hell happened to this man.” Marching band happened.

This was weirdly healing. Thank you for coming to my marching band Ted talk.

If you know anything about it, what instruments the fellowship would play in band, and what they would do in marching band

I don't know much, so I'm just gonna write what I think their favorite instruments overall are!

THE FELLOWSHIP'S FAVORITE INSTRUMENTS

Pippin: Triangle (Come on we know it's true. If he doesn't sing he plays with a triangle even in his freetime.)

Merry: Drums. Loves fucking with them.

Frodo: Flute. Seems like an elvish hobbity mixture instrument to me.

Sam: Piano. Plays ballads to Frodo. Or a banjo.

Aragorn: Acoustic guitar. Plays it A LOT.

Legolas: Harp. Elvish ass instrument.

Gimli: Electric guitar. Come on, he's a heavy metal dude.

Boromir: Bongos. Idk why, it just is. That or a trumpet because it reminds him of home.

Gandalf: Also electric guitar. And he plays it WELL.

[invinciblerodent]

From now on, I'm just going to assume that anyone who calls Gale any variation of "pompous", "arrogant", "annoying", "a jerk", or anything to that effect, and talks at length about how they hate him and/or have killed him, is just bellyaching and being a baby over them not understanding his speech. That's right, at this point I'm ascribing a literal skill issue to being wrong about a fictional character.

Aww, poor baby, did the Mean Wizard hurt your tiny, smooth widdle brain by saying "adroit"? Did his correct use of "foeti", the latinate plural of "foetus", frighten you? Aww, I'm so sowwy. That must be so tough for you, being so scared of fun words and the general concept of whimsy. I can't hear you over myself tongue-kissing the pretty man with the calf-eyes and the slutty waist.

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.